I am at the mouth of the tunnel
there is sunlight
and the old skin of my old life is flaking away
dropping to the ground revealing a fresh layer
that is longing to explore this new world
excited and scared
cautiously I move out into the new frontier
the still raw wounds of recent battles
begin to heal
but only time has the remedy
and she is slow in her process
but she knows her craft
and patience is rewarded
moving forward each day
the wounds seem smaller
subtly they disappear
let her work her magic
one day
they are but scars
fading into memory
reminding me of the past
but unhinhibiting my future











