A year ago I wouldn’t have believed,
And couldn’t have known.
Obvious to those who have survived
Impossible to those yet to.
That I could ever find myself here.
Knowing that I had lost myself
Without knowing.
Not knowing if I have found myself
Yet believing I am at least
Halfway to living with love,
And laughter in my heart.
No longer thinking so much
Of what was over.
Knowing that after all I thought
I’d lost, I’d finally won,
Finally free and truly blessed
To be where I am today.
What is a word to describe the
Gratitude, and relief that I
Stood by the truth,
And it led me here.
The feeling of hesitation
That if I had given in to fear,
I might not be where I am now.
About the Creator
E.B. Mahoney
Aspiring author, artist, and sleep deprived student. Based in Australia, E.B. Mahoney enjoys climbing trees, playing a real-world version of a fictional sport, and writing in the scant spare time she has left.
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