Six Weeks

I must stay strong, finely even,
Maintain the focus, keep believin’
This is your body, soul and mind,
No more toxins for once it pined.

You are close to truth and resolution,
Energies shifting, fading pollution,
New hope for my future I now see,
To explore creativity a person to be.

My future holds a new beginning,
The lion roars a tune she’s singing,
Proud achievement completing six weeks,
Richness abundant like Arabian sheiks.

The end is near letting go of fears,
Its time to celebrate no more tears,
A joy she feels delighted in self,
Ready to fly encompassing life’s wealth.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2005 MCARB