I don't know if I'm ready to begin again;
I feel there are more messes to be cleaned.
Can we ever right all of our wrongs,
Or pledge to do better with lessons gleaned?
It pains me to watch my loved ones suffer,
Knowing there is nothing I can do to assist.
I must focus on what we share today,
And stop mourning the opportunities we missed.
I have carried generations of sorrow on my back;
So many came to me for compassionate counsel.
Feeling with another is fraught with danger
That the darkness will blacken one's own soul.
I have done much work in the last few years,
Reclaiming the pieces of me I gave away.
I am beginning to feel some serenity again;
My hope is that, this time, it will stay.