The End of the Beginning
I start at the finish
to look back on the start,
seeing who I was then,
finding a stranger staring back,
a me of another life.
A me who was so alone,
so unsure,
so unprepared.
And here I stand tall,
surrounded by those who care,
certain of a better tomorrow,
ready for the unknown.
I've trudged through many swamps,
the muddy waters suffocating me,
dragging me down into my sorrow,
tugging at my throat
like a needy lover,
but the real lovers,
the ones who truly care,
they've tossed me the rope
to pull me out.
And I've slowly eked my way
to the surface,
but my feet are still cemented still,
so used to this new home
they would rather not move.
So I'll stand here for a time,
and give my feet a chance to shed
this new skin
before I give myself up
to the future that hovers over me,
awaiting me with open arms.
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