Memories bring back what once was

Writing my stories I think about my past,

I remember more than I want.

Things I have suppressed to move on,

Things that ultimately made me strong,

Things that shaped my present.

Would I have changed those times?

I honestly don’t know.

I wish I didn’t have to have gone through so many tears and heartaches.

I wish it had not affected those I loved

I wish there had been a loving happy ending.

But there wasn’t.

I survived and so did they.

They are strong

I am stronger.

They are now happy.

I am happy for them,

but as for me,

Well, let’s say my happy ending is yet to be

it is still elusive, and I’m still wishing.

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