I’m kind of at the point where I’m starting new— fresh. Despite how left behind I am, I, at least have a sight and a grasp on what it is I must obtain. Must claim as mine. And although, there are copious amounts of underlying causes and effects— I’ll strive on. I’ll prevail because one only fails if one lets themselves. 

I know this journey is no piece of cake and there are oh-so-many doubts rioting around with picket fences, but it’s apart of every bout(?). And I accept. 

I got you, you, you, and me.
And I’ll be okay.