by Barbara Miles Jackson
Gazing over the gate,
seems like yesterday.
The longer I look,
moving forward is required.
One last look,
to help me continue.
How beautiful the path,
tempting in everyway.
At the end a curve,
causes unsettling feeling.
The graveled fenced off area,
a compelling felling.
There the old car,
draws me closer.
Bruised and weathered,
letting go of the past.
Embracing the present,
only inner strength;
And the pasting of time,
will unlock the hurt.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated October 25, 2015