A Bit Nostalgic

August 8, 2007

A bit nostalgic,

while thoughts pile up in my head —

random distractions scatter through the quiet.

It’s late,

but writing calms the hurting

as I pour my heart onto paper,

words stitched together for peace.

Music becomes my medicine,

and it plays softly through the day.

A rush of happiness

shoots through me with memories.

What drives me now

is the need — the want —

to save, to repair the Integra,

to learn how to drive stick shift.

Work has been good;

I’ve made friends who lift me up,

and I’m grateful for their kindness.

I just ask for the chance to continue,

to earn a little more,

to reach the goals I dream about.

Through it all,

my boyfriend has been my strength.

Through my suffering,

he upholds the hope in me.

I care deeply for him —

and with God’s help,

I plan to stay by his side

for the rest of my life.

What I have felt with him,

what I have faced and overcome,

has made me sure of one thing:

he is special —

the one meant for me.