What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind...
for the first time in a long time i have a sense of hope. the future still terrifies me, but the past is done, and all i have left is to look forward and hope that its better than before. Preferably more balanced, happier and productive.