Master Of Your Fate Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

My crystal ball is hazy, but through clouds I see a form,
a shape so damaged that it seems too fragile for the norm.
I don't suspect that words of mine will resonate with you,
but listen with much more than ears, at words I knoware true.
Whatever ails you from the past has left a lasting scar
that no one close can yet erase, or from your memories bar.
It dominates your waking day and infiltrates your night..
It colours everything you do and makes you loath to fight.
But fight you must to keep the demons on your shoulders still,
and give you half a chance to once again restore yourwill.
That will to say "the past is past and cannot me define,
my future is a better place and one I can design.
I won't forget but can replace the misery oncefelt,
and take on light within thatdarkness once wherein I dwelt"
Please let me help to find a way to make yourpast a place,
where memories fade and joy appears and slowly will erase
the torment, and the sadness, that has dominated you,
and open up the blinds to let thewarming sun shinethrough.