Awakening

As the days grew longer,
our love did fade,
and I no longer regret,
the choices we made.

Though times were scary,
and I feared only the worst,
I am no longer wary,
for it wasn't the first.

Hard times have come.
Hard times have gone.
Still through these times,
I have weathered them all.

I hate the word survivor,
it tastes not so sweet.
Yet I must be one,
for my spirit is tough to defeat.

Depression will not be gone.
I will be sometimes be sad.
I now accept these things,
through good times and bad.

For all I have learned,
for all that is to be,
the only thing I have,
is the right to be me.

I'm learning who I am.
I'm learning to be free.
I'm no longer ashamed.
It's sometimes good to be me.