By- Traci Taylor
The sense of relief that was felt,
No longer weighted down by an enemy.
To be free is to be sanguine.
This path was narrow and unclear,
somehow the reigns transformed from paper to steel.
To overcome the fear has me feeling whole.
The guiding light began to dim out,
it was the twist of fate that brightened the bulb.
To again recognize the lost sparkle in my renewed reflection
The journey is winding yet freshly paved
finally refusing to surrender to existence
To realize struggling to prevail is worth the fight.