***Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover.

There is strength in solitude.
Tho some times I am so lonely,
it hurts to the core.
It makes me tougher.
Piece by piece,
I put myself together.
And even though some pieces are missing,
I'm almost whole.

I've accepted by now:
That I'll never be the same.
I'll never forget it.
I can't change the past.
But I'm ok with that.
(not really,
but I find consolation
in repeating those words)

I'm never going to wake up
to things being back
to how they should be.
But I'll fight through it.
I have to.
What else is left,
if I don't?

"I remain

Mistress of mine own self

and mine own soul."

-Alfred Lord Tennyson