These things I have penned These thoughts that were once impenetrable Have dissipated.
Each one of these poems Mean nothing to me.
I still feel pain but I'm not afraid to hurt anymore.
There is a light - I just had to go through the darkest depths to find it.
I'm proud to say "I made it" Memories sometimes surface but I have the strength to push them away. I have the strength to let the sun shine on me.
I finally learned that it is okay to be happy.
I haven't written since November (oops) but I'm rereading my old poems and realizing how ugly my inner thoughts were and how bad things really were. I am so glad I made it.