To Me

I sit in my car
while darks clouds
try to molest the sun’s rays. I
am thinking of Easter
and what it means to us
from all the four corners of the world.
To me Easter means a new life,
a resurrection from the old.
To move forward, making
it better with each step.
Discarding the sorrows
that crucified our mind,
walking forward, head tall
to meet new challenges
that will lay ahead.

20 March 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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