In The Rearview Mirror Poem by Janice M Pickett

Leaving behind a shadowed horizon
Dust scattered weeping willows
And oceans of unfulfilled dreams
I look ahead
Ahead to the lush sprawling pastures
With a welcoming ray of morning sunshine
Reflecting on my windscreen

Shivering now at what I have done
I silently reflect back to the moments
Those times when life was almost taken away
When the attacks were at peak
and fighting for survival paramount
When my very existence cut like barbed wire

The hill, still to climb, makes no promises
The track I am on, shows no forgiveness
But I have faith in this journey
I have a future to explore
I have much forgiving and recovering
and now with utter relief I look forward
Glancing momentarily backward
where
All I see is the hell getting further and further away
In the rearview mirror