#WritcoPoemChallenge
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend I try to stand tall looking forward to my closure to heal within.
It's my misunderstanding of the pain everyone felt. Never trying to make my pain weigh more than anyone weighs within self.
Quit suddenly my mind is filled with doubt. Trembling, looking for a place to hide anyway to make it all go away I can't do this by myself I mutter. It's so quiet I feel as if I'm giving up my location and weakness.
An end is often a beginning. I feel alone again. Thinking it will never be a happy ending. No next beginning. Wanting to give into these negative voices that are deciding my fate I feel my hand being embraced by another hand. I feel tall again, those voices subside, I see hope for it's my best friend to no end. Trid and true, standing steadfast by my side. I may not be perfect at all but I'm loved inspite this life's journey. it's bumps and bruises, true loyalty pevails
Her love brings light to my world Thank you God.
Thank you for bringing hope to this lost soul. Thank you for my bestie life is a journey always ending and beginning forever after all.
Dedicated to Kristen Teutsch

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