pre-planned complaining
seeking, creating
all that once was;
and yet, still is. 
(Its never gone away.) 

Blinded by others
the unknown hills
placed in front of plans. 
School never taught
“The Conspiracy
of Accomplishing Future Dreams”.

We forget the cemented footsteps
behind us,
the hands reaching out to guide us. 
When, finally
all is well.
What is left unknown 
feels comfortable, hopeful.

Happy by choice
and inner stength.
Free to be
the inconsistent self

I just met.

The illness 
morphed into self-doubt.
Try to consume the physical,
as I strengthen my mentality.
An undefeated light. 

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