Transitional - Remission

It’s never been so bright and dark all at the same time.

When impulse challenges the mind I start to realize the only way to

push is forward never behind,

into the unknown scenery of possibility.

I’m trying.

I’m trying to find support to stay alive.

It’s all transitional, the way you rise after the fall.

Slow and steady goes the race of problems I must face.

The difference now is that I run without looking back.

My feet will not touch the ground until the new me is found.

I’m trying.

I’m trying to find support to stay alive.

Transitional, the end is a new start.

Transitional the way you rise after the fall.

It’s all transitional.