As we grow and change,
learn and adapt,
journey on and move forward,
become cunning and apt,
time marches forward
with or without us.
And when we glance backward,
we can see where we've been.
Through toils and struggle,
heartache and pain,
joyous new friendships,
setbacks and gains.
From there, we look onward,
to long paths ahead.
And we know in our hearts,
the life we have led.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
