Strolling down memory lane
Sifting through journals of years past
Pain associated with trauma
Still feels fresh
But as I close each journal
I shut down those nightmares
And look forward to
Brighter futures
Better days
Brilliant steps in not necessarily the "right" direction
But the direction the universe is leading me to
Moving forward
That's all I ask myself to do
Pressing along
That's all I can do
Being me
That's what I shall do
What I will do
And all I can do