Beyond.
Beyond the fear.
Beyond the recognition.
Beyond the pain.
Beyond the terror, flashbacks, and panic.
Beyond is what I hoped for.
Would there be any me left when I got beyond?
If so, what would that me look like?
I couldn't see the beyond when I was trapped in the beginning.
Trapped in the middle.
Will there a be an end?
I can see beyond now.
I'm not sure it's getting closer, but at least I can see it.
I see light and happiness and peace and joy.
It's not trouble free, but it's real and it's honest.
Maybe beyond isn't a destination.
