I used to think that rusty ship
Carried me to shore
Now it sits – abandoned trip
Serving me no more.

Let go, the past, move on, my soul,
Let bygones be bygones…
Know that what was once the goal,
Is now a season flown.

Do not stay discarded,
On that lonely shore –
Heart kept safely guarded,
Afraid to reach for more.

That was just a stepping stone,
An unveiled launching place,
And had you not that trouble known,
You would not know this grace.
© Wild and Free Gypsy