Road of Broken Dreams

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.