#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
Drew out fresh air from inside
Moved out as new to a new place
Starved outside with new appetite
Dosed old clothes, burnt in woods
Searched and stretched for food
Gulped cans of water from deserts
Grew old beard mustache young
Geared up to new life of adventure
Cleared the help desk, invited risks
Moved up step by step, no ladder
Hoped for hope, hopped the path
After thousand nights, it was dawn
Rose like a warrior,...