This will one day be a memory.

This is hard. This is not easy. This is a moment that pushes, it pokes and it burns. It's one that can't end soon enough and seems to last forever. To forget and move forward is an intimidating notion but one that is hoped for, prayed for. Looking to the future for a second chance, a chance to let go and forget, a chance to begin again, to take these lessons gained and live thoughtfully, with passion and with poise. Defeat. Acceptance. Mourning. Stepping out of this dark place and moving with caution into the light; it is exposing. It is vulnerable. Though once again in the open, where one should feel free and at ease, watchful are the eyes of wonder and judgment, leaving this wide open space feeling small and stuffy. This will one day be a memory. This will pass, as does everything else.