Your Freedom

It’s a one-way bridge

you must cross to your freedom.

It’s singular

and no one can walk with you.

Don’t be sad,

don’t look  back . . . ever.

You are a child of the other side.

The past is a garment

you cast into the swift current of yesterday.

Your future—

molded by the creative desires

that brought light

into darkness—

belongs to you.

Shine . . . you are this moments greatest gift.