this road goes on like forever
not sure where it leads
but finally, a semblance of normal
my life is out of the weeds
i've picked myself up
and dusted off the dirt
still hard to breathe
still want relief for what hurts
no sense in anger
or condemning what hasn't come
the future road lies vacant
from this present, quiet kind of numb
my life will only feel change
when i'm months and months from here
time to fight the good fight and
pardon away my worries, troubles, and fears
twist my thoughts around my finger
if only for sanity's sake
this road has to end somewhere
no matter which way i take
today is better than three weeks ago. i hope three weeks from now is better than today.