The postman,
he came late today,
Bringing nothing,
but great expectations,

For now,
I'm about take take a bite of life anew,
I trust that life doesn't stick in my teeth,
must believe in myself,
more than e'er before.
I have no desire to choke today,
Shalt not drown in true expression,
I shall write it out in fiery red.
I'll develop,
I'll flourish,
I will grasp at new chances,
potential romances.

I was given a chocolate tablet,
a precious gift from colleague,
a friend,
it was iced with the words, "Good Luck",
I am eating it,
digesting it's blessings.

As one door closes,
another's ajar,
waiting for me,
I walk towards it,
my head held high,
my beak in the air,
smelling the potential for a slice of success.
And I smile,
knowingly,
my sentinels,
my team of human angel kind,
all left behind in Winchester.
Now I walk alone into tomorrow,
skies are blue,
Let life be new.
(C) Livvi