Mother Nature is holding me and damn it, I am finally letting her.

Wintergreen, VA, tucked away in the slopes of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains, The Rockfish, and Shenandoah Valleys.

“This is all that matters,”

I say to myself

While I look at Mother nature.

This is all that matters.

Not narcissistic parental abuse.

Not what was said to me out of anger.

Not pain and suffering or anxiety

Over what I may have done

Or how I could have done better.

The birds still chirp,

The bugs still sing,

And the sun still sits

And then sets up and below me.

The mountains still have ridges and go on for miles.

The wind still picks up

And the grass,

It still follows.

It may feel like this is the end

And maybe it is,

Of bad relationships,

Of stagnance,

Of abuse.

Maybe this is the beginning of a new chapter.

A better story,

The one where the protagonist lives and thrives,

The one where she truly becomes her own muse.

All I know is,

I have me,

I have nature,

I have wonder,

And I have these letters.

This too shall pass I know it,

Nature, she teaches me that.

It always gets better.