A poem I wrote as I reflected on the past 10 years of my life since the car accident.
You will always carry your grief with you. It is now part of you, but it doesn't encompass your entire being.
I’m going back to my old ways, and this post is to show that transition.
As I sit here and think about how far I've come, I can't help but to think about how much I still have to look forward to.
Think about the past year and think about everything you have been through and experienced.
When was the last time you experienced something for the first time?
My oh my, how my life has changed in the past 12 months.
It's good to give to others, but is it also beneficial to take?
The sad, harsh reality of life is that you will never know when it is going to end.
Every change you make may shut a door, but it opens so many more.