Gone for good: A-Z verses from vintage visages

Gone for good

I choose to be happy. I choose to be whole.
I give up the faraway place in my soul.
The impolite hurting, who’ve knotted each scroll,
And livid attackers, who claim to control.

Electric excitement zips through every vein.
I’m bursting out laughing, releasing the pain.
My soul bubbles over, like drunk with champagne.
But what if the spoilers remount their campaign?

They won’t simply vanish. That much is for sure.
Alas, for I know I can’t banish each boor.
Still, though they may linger and stay immature,
Their onslaught reverts, for my faith is secure.

(Remind me the next time they toss their manure.) 
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

Daily Post: “faraway”
Five Minute Friday: “whole”
One-Minute Writer: “I give up”
Theme Thursday: “space”
Three Word Wednesday: “impolite,” “knotted,” and “livid”
Thursday Challenge: “electric”
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Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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