well
Life went well;
graduation,
a car,
college.
Still, life was
incomplete
and I yearned.
Materials and tangible
satisfied others
and they do I,
to an extent.
But the PTSD is too much;
feelings of emptiness
overwhelm.
And yet,
I say life went well.
I cannot say why.
I do not know.
But I am better now than
ever before;
happier,
more motivated,
prouder.
I find myself spreading
positivity where there
is none.
Although I did not try,
I conquered. Each day,
better than the previous.
I grew and I learned to love,
myself and others.
So even though I am sad,
I am well.
This poem is about:
Me