This part of my journey

I am walking along a rocky path with thorns and brambles as all I can see on either side of me.
This is the waste land of my self distructive behavior. I don't blame those who have stepped back from me for beating myself up over stupid mistakes. In fact I applaude them for their courage to not get caught up in my garbage.

This poem is in honor of several of my friends. A few in particular.

A Journey of Friendship

The journey starts with two who
have never met
Who talk and connect
So many laughs and the stories
shared
To know that someone really cares
Then one step along the way
The friendship changes, but
the journey goes on
Temperary or perminant, the loss
of a friend, partner or parent
always hurts for awhile
So if I can remember the fun, the love
from before the changes
Then maybe my journey to be
a better friend, partner or what ever
the Ancestors give me to do will not
be a loss.
But a beautiful gain for all.

A hard step, but growth again. Now to quit beating myself up over things.
Not easy, but it can be done and will be done. It's part of I can't be good for anyone else if I'm not good for me.