What is this?
Is this good?
Will I regret it?
Am I going to be okay?
Questions like this swirl around in my damaged mind.
The road life has dug out has not been paved with money, but riddled with fallen trees, rivers to cross and cliffs with edges that crumble.
I have somehow managed to move the trees, swim the river and scale the cliffs.
Life isn't fair and I never expect it to be.
For now though, I have found holes in the clouds which provide a small way to light up my path.
I feel happy more often then I have in my entire life!
Now I'm not saying it's rainbows and clear skys, but it's getting better.
I'm getting better.
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Hello dear readers. So, as you can tell from this poem, I'm acually happy for once.
I've been happy for three weeks with little bumps along the way. It's really weird to be happy for so long. I have to give tons of credit to music and friends. The next chapter will be my playlist. After that, I am ending this book.
I'm really happy about all of the support I have gotten.
Please do come to me if you have anything you want to talk about.
Bye lovely.☺️
