As the breezes stream past me, feelings of loss can still reach inside and twist my heart.
All the reasons for my choices are not clearly rooted; sometimes impulse had the upper hand.
No matter how hard I try to keep spite from rearing its ugly head, it still can strike me out of nowhere.
Yesterday is gone, and focusing on today will hopefully dim any regrets obstinately holding on.
I pray that optimism will pave the road in front of me, and consideration of others will help guide my choices.
In the end, I will not run away. I will stand up for myself.
movingforwardslowly 