JubileePenguin

Listening to this song has been helpful in allowing me to express and experience the emotions. One day you opened up your eyes inside of you Inside a world inside a universe you didn’t get to choose You didn’t get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace Or cast the cast and crew you didn’t get to pick your starting place And though it was a race you didn’t understand You simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran And when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground And picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end

This is the first thing I have been able to write. What happened is about a month old so it's very fresh. I was finally able to put some words down in a piece I call "Forward." I share it on here in the hopes that it will bring me catharsis and perhaps others some help and catharsis too. Forward I tell people I am managing I tell people I am okay-ish I tell people I am processing. I tell people I am staying busy. I tell people I am this, that, and the other thing I tell people: I am trying moving forward. Forward. Adverb. The O