I Will (Rictameter)

I will

Forget and leave

The past and all its chains.

Foibles, choices, falls I've taken,

Now shelved into memory, locked away.

I'm standing up again to face

Life's battles for I'm free,

Because I hold

The key.

All rights reserved- Cynthia Buhain-Baello- -05.23.15

Rictameter poem - nine lines with

2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 syllables

by Cynthia BuhainBaello

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