The tank had been on empty

For the last 20 miles

And the last 10 years

Its over

Smile

Breathe

It’s been sometime

Since I’ve sensed, and seemed fine.

A lot has been lost in time

But the scars have permanent residence, in my mind.

Not in the blink of an eye,

But more likely several years without cheer

A day will appear-

With clouds astray,

Tread carefully with expectations,

In your moment of awakening.

There will be no ticker tape parade

Nothing on the scoreboard to celebrate

Please take my hand

For I have endured

The depths of hell

And danced with demons

And so she took a leap of faith

To rise above

And take a chance.

To surrender her life, for another

Bruised and Battered

Scrapes and Scars

Countless wrong turns

Have left you lost in the abyss.