The Day Is New Poem by Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts

I think you look
Into your own eyes.
Your pain was there -and decided the same for me...
But I am not, the one who cries
looking for a lover who will not remain...
I look to see a new view-
I freshly breathe the sweet cleansing air.
To mountains once unmoveable-
Now pebbles under my feet.
The weight once upon my back,
is feather light indeed.
And when I search for Happiness,
I gather all I need.
To make the very best of life
A new day is all I seek.