I stand at the edge of the abyss.
Waiting for a sign.
Watching for some signal
To tell me what to do.

How can I live again
Knowing what I've been through?
Can I ever return
To my past life?

Every ending causes new beginnings.
Time travels in a circle.
Every bird that leaves the nest
Returns to it reborn, renewed.

Is this a change
Or merely a transition?
Can it be reversed
Or somehow forgotten?

I'll never forget
What I've had to go through,
What I've learned,
And what I'll have to do.