I went a good long time without writing.
I stayed far away from me.
Everything had felt so ugly.
I was refusing to accept my destiny.
Remembering now, an old television show I revisited recently.
It was a tale of times
with a lad similar to me,
who just so happened to attempt to run from his very own destiny.
Time would tell
that he would never make it very far.
Somehow he almost always ended up right back at start.
I, myself am finding this to be true.
Long after I turned blue.
However with time, I finally know what it is I must do.
I am returning to me.
I am getting up and off of my knees,
I am finally putting up a fight for me.
I am proud of myself for finding my way back to my notepad.
I am happy to have reached this stage in my healing.
Still, nothing is pretty and my life is a mess.
Yet, I have finally realized that I cannot skip over the now just to get to what is coming next.
Returning to myself having learned patience and temperance,
I know now that only time can tell just what is next.
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