Leaving behind a shadowed horizon <br />Dust scattered weeping willows <br />And oceans of unfulfilled dreams <br />I look ahead <br />Ahead to the lush sprawling pastures <br />With a welcoming ray of morning sunshine <br />Reflecting on my windscreen <br /> <br />Shivering now at what I have done <br />I silently reflect back to the moments <br />Those times when life was almost taken away <br />When the attacks were at peak <br />and fighting for survival paramount <br />When my very existence cut like barbed wire <br /> <br />The hill, still to climb, makes no promises <br />The track I am on, shows no forgiveness <br />But I have faith in this journey <br />I have a future to explore <br />I have much forgiving and recovering <br />and now with utter relief I look forward <br />Glancing momentarily backward <br />where <br />All I see is the hell getting further and further away <br />In the rearview mirror<br /><br />Janice M Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-rearview-mirror-2/
