Coming alive...

We sleep, we wake. We all make mistakes it's just the way life goes, all unknown. Resistance, doubt, taking chances, living proud. Sometimes selfish it's true. We all deserve it so we don't come unglued, cause if we do it's quite the mess hard to clean up heartbreak and distress. I've gone that far allowed it, it's clearly my fault. Putting me back together is tougher than I thought. Piece by piece I'm coming to order, I feel the relief. My book is revised, no more betrayal, no more lies. I'm coming alive. We all change just like the seasons. We grow this I know. I'm not the same, and not ashamed. I must forgive, but I'll never forget. This life I've had and the many regrets. I will bloom. I will be free flying high without misery. One day at a time for I cannot rewind. Only move closer to that special person I am deep within. The one that's been hidden. Lost in the darkness. I see the light. It's in the distance. Step by step I'll get there without fright. It can be touched, tasted, smelled...a sudden exhale. A relief, a love, a singing bird, a rose bud. This all makes perfect sense to me, because I'm finding myself you see. I'm different and beautiful inside and out, and this I say proud!