You've asked if I want a great time,
With a poem that's truly sublime.
It gave me a message, a powerful strike,
A new path to follow, a feeling I like.

My sorrow was hidden, a burden so deep,
Secrets my heart was so longing to keep.
But your simple words broke through the old haze,
Removing the debris of my mental maze.

No more crisscrossing through threads of the past,
A new, forward focus is healing at last.
The drama-filled chapters have now been made new,
The future is bright, and the purpose is true.

I'll lace up my shoes and get ready to run,
For life's too short to let old battles be won.
No need to fake it or draw to a close,
I'll move with the purpose your message bestows.

A life of true peace, a feeling serene,
I'm glad to be me, a man made complete.
The reasons for loving myself are now clear,
Thanks to your words that have banished all fear. ©

Michael Powers
"STYXX ON FIRE"