There Comes a Time
Where does one go from here?
I could go back to my old ways again.
The way I used to be,
but what good is that?
I learned so much,
changing my outlook.
My image is different,
my reflection changed.
I would normally spiral
out of control.
Pulling a nose dive,
and crash into despair.
But not this time.
By comparison, I held up,
not by my words, but others.
I rethink how it went, and
where I faulted.
Where I was weak and where
I had grown.
My conquests outweighed
my failures.
Learning to move forward,
head held high.
Ready for what may come.
This is my time.
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