Finally...

As a sigh of relief. My soul has found its place. My heart groaned under the weight of the world I was carrying, and my big brother came and took it from me. My heart stoped beating so hard an painfully, and let out a breathe of exhaustion as my big brother grabbed my heart, and me and just embraced my soul. I am finally at peace with myself, the thorn that was forcing me limp through life, has been removed. As when you pull it out, there may be red soreness surrounding the area, the area being my heart, but it feels so sweet.

To know for a surety that I am ok, that I always will, and always have been. The warmth, the sweet love, oh is so much more than my fragile heart can take, it is overwhelming, exactly opposite of the bitter pain. I am still walking my yard, still doing the time, thats the recovery process. But I am finally moving on. I feel the change in me. I am getting better. Finally.

I have gotten through that phase. I am catching my second breath now. My past may have been spotted, but my future remains spotless. I have reversed the chemistry. I am taking me back, and it feels so-o good.