I look back on my life,
seeing through the strife,
to the underlying good,
(whether or not it's understood).
I see that vibrant hue of energy,
that was my last thread of sanity.
I hear it's gentle hum.
Knowing what it escaped from,
I can hardly bear to think,
that it once balanced on the brink,
that I survived everything I went through,
just to be able to say "I went through that too."
Now I listen to so many others,
talk about their horrible struggles,
and I can say " I went through that too,
so I know what you've been through,
so talk to me and I'll listen,
because I know what happens when the plot starts to thicken.