SHIFTING GEARS

Dawn poking through the eyes
rear view mirror of memories
clutching at my throat.

Tears like rain
still fall upon my thoughts
though I look desperately
towards a new horizon.

Still the landscape
passed of mar and mire,
bleeds into my fears
with the thorns
of pits
in which I fell.

Buying a new transmission of hope
from the mechanic of inspiration,
believing it will lead me
to a new destination
while
depositing the past
into a receptacle of forgiveness,
moving ahead,
shifting gears.