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.
