this day

I shake off tired
and get to it. this day.
I ignore
the pangs,
the old fear that wants
his say.
I grip the wheel
of the early hour and
steer it
to work.
a fresh start,
fearless
with a healed heart
I go.
I go, let the dead rest.
let the old
haunts
of jealousy and doubt
die with them.
no more of that.
let joy win out.