The pain and heartache,
The happiness and bliss.
Off and onwards I march forward.
Into the bright unknown I have built for me.
Sad existential angst.
Ever-present but controlled.
Controlled but felt.
Felt but buried.
How I reconcile,
The unknown next step I’ll handle.
Both the most dear,
And the most hurtful.
A golden time.
Clinging onto the bright horizon.
Even faced with the dark storm.