#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way
To the rebirth from struggle:

Voracious desire
To become
Someone new.
Abstaining of all what
Was judged and deemed
Of no use.

New:
The amalgamation
Of the old.
Filtered,
Developed
Enveloped
Tight
In
The known right;
Or a path of choice,
Where the goals and dreams together rejoice,
The accomplishments
Of plans in structures.
Grown habits,
Rooted in foundations
Of past notions.
New is new
Like now is now;
There is no distinguishing
Elements of the same body
When the whole means
A task is done.

A new is new
No matter how old.
A single grain of sand
Means time done
But,
At the bottom of the hourglass
Means: time now.

There are no gone opportunities
But...