The End of the Road

A terminal always comes to us wherever we are in life's pathway it can't be escaped no matter what faced head on or else we stray There was a time in my life when thoughts were doom and gloom no social activity withy no confidence future looked to have little bloom This I climbed out from by taking in hand my pen finding social correspondence lifting negativity up from my den Then confidence started to come feeling sure better days ahead looking back painful but essential now feeling real street cred Still feel inadequate at times but remind myself these times past be sure life has many lessons growth comes if you hold fast