I cannot take back a year in a body cast at an age no teen should feel so trapped and alone.
I cannot take back time lost to the darkest of my depression.
I cannot take back sanity lost to hormones of a failed infertility journey.
I cannot take back three losses that stole a lifetime of dreams.
None of it punishment or what I deserved.
Hell, many days I do not believe it all happened for a reason.
Simply my life, my past, my story.
Fighting to take back from it pieces of myself.
Weaving those pieces into the fabric of what I must carry with me always.
Allowing the no take backs to no longer define all of who I am.
Choosing how I am changed.
Rising ever upward.
Shining bright the no take backs of who I have become.