I don't know how long this will take,
But I can feel it begin.
Deep in my bones,
I feel the healing cleansing me.
No,
I'll never be the same--
No,
I'll always carry the memories around--
But they'll be memories,
Not baggage.
Not mistakes that I made,
But things that were out of my control.
I guess I always knew,
Deep down,
That eventually life goes on--
I just never got to the moment
When everything becomes clear,
And the healing begins.
