This is 

All I can do in this part of my life is write, write until my hands bleed. Record the trials and tribulations I’m facing. I’m starting to see that right now is my prime. I have a story to tell. I have people waiting to connect with. This is the time my imperfections are turned into creations. Innovation is beneath my fingertips. I’m ready to embrace my struggle and write to the world all about. I’m ready to reach deep down inside of myself and pull out all of the gifts embedded in me. This is the time to be a writer. This is the time to create a story worth telling. 

The Ending

Hello, I’ve been waiting for you to come. 

Honestly I’ve been dying for you to come.

See I don’t want to feel this way any longer. 

I don’t want to hurt this way anymore.

See I realized I have the ability to let go.

I have to power to shed all of you from my soul .

I can walk to the end of the finish line. 

I can hold my head high because I have conquered defeat.

I walk past that finish line to my new life.

I walk toward a new way of thinking, breathing, eating, living.

I used to think the end of us was going to be a tragedy.  

I thought I’d collapse into a case of depression.

Yet, I feel cleansed. 

I can feel my mind emptying your toxins.

I lay patiently until you are no more.

The ending feels better than the beginning.

I see a flower blossoming along the path I walk.

This flower is so vibrant and true.

For every ending, is new beginning. 

For the new beginning, lies within you.