What do I see when I ponder the yesteryears of my life?
A bridge of mistakes through which lessons were learned,
Crossing a river of tears that led to nowhere.
Stepping stones of accomplishments both great and small.
Dreams unrealized.
A slow building of personal strength and endurance,
During the birth of the greatest love imaginable.
Moments of manic joys and severe depressions,
Decades with unexplainable terrors.
Momentary pleasures of the body and soul,
Events that were just beyond my own control.
Times of soulful confusion and insanity,
Consequences for which are still coming.
An increasing respect for myself.
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