The Journey poem

They try to get it through your head that you're doin' better,

That you're makin' progress,

But all you see is the blood & feel the sharpness of the pain,

They try to tell you that you're gonna be okay,

You nod, but something in your heart doesn't agree,

A year passes,

Two years,

Goin' on three.

There's days that feel like blurs,

Just images, colors, places, faces, no emotion,

You try to take it in,

But you're lookin' on from the outside in,

If you're life was a DVD player,

You feel like you've been on PAUSE,

And no matter what you do or try, you can't figure out how to push PLAY again.

Pain, torment & sadness seem as if they are your only friends,

Even though you see the love on the faces around you.

Your heart is veiled to all joy & love,

Because you've protected yourself for so long,

You've built a wall...and now you can't tear it down no matter how hard you try.

They come to you with truth, with encouragement, but you only hear words,

 Words that touch you just as much as a fairy-tale.

You know there's more,

You WANT more,

You CRAVE for your life to resume back to play,

But you can't reach the play button...

They tell you that's okay...

You don't get it.

For years, you've tried to push it yourself,

But you couldn't.

Now, the strong arms of your friends,

Are lifting you up so you can reach that button,

And push PLAY.


The progress is happening,

Even though you don't see it,

 Your Author of your story sees it.

Just keep breathin',

That's all He's askin',

And keep trustin',

That's all He's askin',

And keep standin',

And when it gets too tough,

He sends them to your side to hold you up,

To be your barricade,

Your angels,

In your time of need.

Your life is a journey,

A journey of progress,

Of failure,

Of scars,

& scuffs,

& pain,

Yet joys,

Yet immense happiness,

Yet deep love,

Yet adventure,

Yet deep victory,

Yet purpose & beauty.


The progress is happening...


It's your journey.

by: Samantha