Heres to the past, although now its long gone,
Heres to the past, before our love was wronged.
Heres to the past, with its glimmering veil,
Heres to the past, we now bid thee farewell.

new poem, a toast to the past. comments?

My soul is cleansed, but I’m not free.
For storms are raging inside me.

part of my new poem "Storms"

i would appreciate comments/ratings

My soul is cleansed, but I’m not free.
For storms are raging inside me.

part of my new poem, "Storms"

comments/ratings are appreciated

I dont care what they all say.
life is worth it - every day.