I see,
and I hate.
I hate what I see.
I hate what is placed before me,
But love the outcomes.
A new picture,
a new life.
A feeling becomes real,
and like you, the stars shine brighter.
You begin to look,
and you love.
You throw away the past,
and keep up with the present,
holding on to the future.
You walk taller,
you live longer.
You love with return,
and you feel no regret.
lost duckling poetry 