I took a few steps forward.
Then I stepped aside.
I turned around to look back.
At all the mountains I’ve climbed.
All the obstacles I overcame.
Skills I’ve gained.
All of which helped me survive to date.
A life. With many characters I’ve played.
From a very young age.
In a house built of hate and rage.
I realized nothing would be easy for me.
Not in this lifetime.
Not for any version I was, or will be.
Which is the reason why.
For many years any future, I was unable to picture with that mind.
Not even in my imagination.
As I believed easy, was no adjective of mine.
Now the higher I ascend, the more I find.
Healing isn’t in a pill that can be prescribed.
Or by unloading pain, in Monday session before 5.
As nothing will make everything feel alright.
Even with therapy participation 1x weekly.
For 365 days plus, consistently.
I don’t know why I believed that, I could put a timer on healing.
Reminder, self- work is never ending.
Part of evolving, is forgiving.
Coming face to faith.
With monsters that are waiting to feast on any hope they taste.
Same ones you shoved into compartments for a latter day.
And when will that be?
This body’s aging with haste.
These mountains are getting harder for my spirit and mind to overtake.
My white hairs keep coming by the 100s every day.
They don’t leave me with wisdom, as some would otherwise say.
Death’s knock is low.
But it stalks me like prey.
Eventually it’ll show its unforgiving face.
When it comes to collect me and the memories I won’t get to make.
Until then I will step forward and keep in mind
Another peak may be ahead.
But another trial I survived
C’est la vie
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