Sometimes, I hear thunder in the distant past.
I am all too familiar; it won't last.
I'm sick of being thrown into my past.
I'm stuck in quicksand, fighting so much.
I keep trudging it all up, hoping to survive.
Then I realize that the present is my crutch.
I just know that I need to take that leap.
My past was not cheap.
I won't become the black sheep.
As I practice trusting myself,
I no longer seek the reassurance
and trust that my life will last.
Every day is a gift.
And it should not be lived half-assed;
Because it does not last.
Today, I am stronger than yesterday.
I believe in my true being.
May we all prevail in living freely.
