Breaking The Mold Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding my way through the years, seeking what I may have lost
as I closed my eyes.
Finally, breaking the mold set upon me as a child, tossing it
away for a more formidable one.
Now tasting the freedom I'm letting enter my domain.
Taking away all the fears, I make my future exactly what I want
it to be - a success from the inside out, testing waters of future promises.
Always taking roads, wandering about, slowly finding my way down
well-trodden roads of the past.