I survived the wars within me.I look in the mirror every morning and think what would it have been like if I made one different choice? Where would I be? Now with four children from all different fathers and feeling the pain from my past, as it brushes my side in attempt to take me apart. The days still go on. I do know that everyday a part of me accepts all that is done, but the other part still cries. I can picture myself hiding in a corner trying to wash the pain and hurt away with my tears. Only to realize its still there. I comfort my children every night to show them they will not feel pain the way I did when I was a little girl. they give me the hope that is needed to make it day by day. I still take steps into the future to mend the way for the next survivors to follow me to a beautiful world that holds our hope.