Walking this road of broken dreams remembering the past and how the scars still bleed. The pain near gone the tears dried up. The distant memories that fade like a spring creek that disappears with a summer sun.
Everyday is a new growing wiser and strong. Seeing life as it is , No longer covered with a life consumed by fog. Not seeing the future is no longer an option for the burdens I've carried are no longer a disaster.
I walk the road of broken dreams. But for a man with a past its only a new beginning. With a mended heart and life full of passion. New dreams start to open life for a new direction. Today is just the beginning of my first step off the path of broken dreams. The rest is still to be written.