365 days
12 long months
2 cities, 2 states
Crossing over 459 miles
But how do you measure emotions?
I’ve gone from numb to angry
I’ve been sad, I felt broken
Some days I was strong, like a warrior
I crossed the scale of emotions over and over
It’s like a road trip of sorts
This thing they call healing
My heart won’t follow any GPS or map
No estimated time of arrival
It just does its own thing, in its own time
So when you ask me how I got here
Or how I am getting there
Well, there is no answer, to be honest
Each heart and soul takes its own journey
You just have to follow the route that works for you
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