Let It Go

Everything is temporary, Almost like a passing phase, Some of the laughter, some of the pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before, Some would say I'm selfish, To hold a little sadness in my eyes, But they don't feel the sorrow When I can't do, all that helps me feel alive. I can express my emotions, but I can't run wild and free, My mind and soul would handle it but hell upon my hip, ankle and knees, This disorder came about, as a friendship said its last goodbyes, So this is what I got, for all the years I stood by? I finally standstill to question it, life it is in fact? What is the purpose of it all, if you get stabbed in the back? And after the anger fills the air, the regret takes it places. I never wanted to be that person, Horrid, sad and faded... So I took with a grain of salt, my newfound reality, I am not of my pain, the disability doesn't define me. I find a way to adjust, also with the absence of my friend, I trust the choices I make, allow my heart to mend. I pick up the pieces I retrain my leg, I find where I left off And I start all over again. You see what happens... When a warrior gets tested; They grow from the ashes Powerful and invested. So I thank all this heartache, As I put it to a rest, I move forward with my life And I'll build a damn good nest. ― Nikki Rowe