The Journey

As a child, I found myself there without being aware of the journey. As a 51 year old woman standing true in myself, I live so much in the journey that I can forget to look for the destination. For a time the journey was all there was, wading in the sludge of yesterday, wondering if tomorrow would ever be easier.
Here I am, at a hard won point of turning, arms spread wide feeling the sun kiss my smile. Freedom of old and welcome of the real me, I hug the future with pure joy, regardless of what it brings. The sludge taught me well, trust my power to leap over any excrement and never take my eye from the place I want to be.
I feel peace inside.