The Beginning of the End

This week may have been the turning point.
I am not one to fool my self with false illusions,
probably the exact opposite,
but I believe this is may be it.
It scares me to be so sure,
and although naturally I am preparing myself for a letdown,
I have a new found hope - a new found happiness.

I will not say that its over yet, but rather prepare myself for the next battle,
even though this may be the end of the war.
I can't step down yet, I have to be ready for it,
fearless and ready;
but I fear another setback will ruin me,
causing me to crumble to pieces
to want to give up
to die
or to finally live again.

But I know in the end my family will pick up the pieces and put me back together again;
and I will stand up and face it one more time,
for I know light is on the horizon.