Horizons Unwritten

Horizons Unwritten
by: Kathleen Joyce Jargue 

I kept fighting, even as the battle tore me apart—shattering me, piece by fragile piece. And in the silence between the chaos, I whispered to myself: “Is this still worth it?” “Is love still worth the war… when I’m the only one bleeding for it?” “Is it still worth holding on to someone who never once reached out to hold me back?” In that fleeting moment, I realized I’d rather sail without a map. No longer holding back—just letting go and casting myself into the unknown. I thought it would be hard to sail on my own, afraid I might lose my way. But little did she know, sailing without a map would lead her to clearer skies—skies carved by her own hands. Now, I have found my peace—not in certainty, but in the fierce conviction of choosing myself. And in that choice, I carry no regrets—only freedom. Though it hurts to close the chapter you were once a part of, the ink of goodbye still stains the pages of my soul. No longer bound by that cruel love—free but not without scars.