A fine line

I’m looking over my shoulder and not looking forward. I need to stop looking back & pay attention to the road ahead. He’s right I’m not letting go of the past because it gives me strength to move forward. That terrified girl is who I draw on when I see myself slipping & wanting to please everyone but myself. I need her to be a part of my life & that leaves no room for the cause of my pain. As I sit here I think about verbal abusive I can feel myself shrink & that is a feeling that scares me to death. I want to forget the pain but I can’t forget the courage it took to finally end my suffering. It’s a fine line I walk everyday; what to let go & what to keep.