All That Mattered

I’ve written this poem a million times in my head, before I ever put it on paper, and every time I thought about it, it took a different shape and direction. It often feels like I’m revisiting the past, or bringing it to the present, and more often than not, it always has me conflicted. In truth, to me, finding soul seemed to be the most important thing, aside from dealing with the pain and appreciating…