Looking at yesterday, you feel it brush against you.
Its touch is sticky.
That’s where you stood, how you lived.
The moments that brought you to today, sting
Because to stand where you stand now, took courage.
To have courage you had to be strong.
To feel your strength you must have lived in pain.
Because when you look at where you stood then,
You can see the ice cracking under your feet.
To this day you can feel the water take your breath away.
That cold, that damn cold will always run through your veins.
Looking at today, you feel it lay on you.
It’s where you stand, how you’ve landed.
Yesterday may always sting,
But look at you now
Standing on solid ground .