It takes time
To once again feel your prime,
Even months and sometimes years
To conquer your doubts and fears.
To stand all my yourself
Reaching that higher shelf,
And no one is there at your side
To push or help or to guide.
You are all alone
And from sadness or loneliness you don't moan,
You entered a different stage of life
But, not with worries or strife.
You now obtained a different feeling
Your soul is finally healing,
There is now a different world to explore
As you alone walk through the door.
Now you are single and your one and only
And your not feeling abandoned or lonely,
And when that moment does come
You have reached goal of true freedom.
Randy L. McClave
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