And so it has all ended

The page is waiting to be turned,

New experiences are yet to be learned

The leaf still waits to be overturned to

Its other side, its better side…

Yet I am still in the process of fixing

Together the fragments of my life

But the pieces are such complex shapes

And their edges cut like knives

If only I could see the journey of my life

From beginning to end;

Perhaps then my wounds would have

Hope to mend

Yet whether my future is bright and hopeful

Is something only some might say

For all we know, the path could be

Treacherous, leading me to decay