I will move through the stagnant days
When it feels as if I am wandering without destination
Searching aimlessly for the next landmark
Exhausted, aching, but determined.
I will walk through the dark night of self-reflection
Even when the moon is hiding its familiar face in the sky
And I feel the reawakening of the past surround me
Afraid, but never deterred.
I will allow myself to feel what I have long repressed
Expecting waves of guilt, sorrow, and regret to crash
Knowing that the only way through is to accept
Surrendering to what is, at last.
The Therapy of Words 