Sour Patch Kids

October 28 is approaching. I find myself grieving this date more than I ever have in the past. A friend told me that I need to sit with my feelings and allow them to process. I thought I had already done that when it passed in 2017. What is left to grieve of that life? I am so much stronger now. I am on my path to my dreams. Why am I lingering? Darkness has a way to find its companion. Well baby, I lit the match and found my way through hell.

Cool kids can't die

I am shedding my skin and breaking my neck in the process
Doubt is creeping in - did I make it all up again?
why am I hitting a wall
I feel like I am covered in gasoline
They are handing me a match
Whispering you deserved it all
you brought this on yourself
how dare you try to take us down with you
I am on my knees begging please
Soon I start to pour gasoline on myself
Thinking they must be right
I have crawled through hell
Surely I can make it through again