I still feel butterflies in my stomach
Random rain dances and long drives still make sense
There are songs still waiting to be sung
Long miles yearning to be explored.
The forbidden pleads awaiting their stage-time.
The uphill road is tiring, undoubtedly
But it isn’t yet time to turn away.
For I am still in the wait for that day
when the journey will become a story
Losses will be accepted gracefully.
Scars and tears will be applauded
The view from the top is what I await.
So you go ahead
Today you get to leave me behind
Resent me or even hurt me
But only a little.
I am a survivor.
I shed anger with autumn leaves
Enduring the icy winters my roots only get stronger
For I have dreams hidden under my pillows waiting to see the light
Until then,
I Breathe…in and out.