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

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