The End Where I Begin

This is the end where I begin
The next page on the scrapbook
Where I scrap you for a different tint
and of this tale anew
declare the heroine

This is the final where I start
A victory with a young heart
wounded and scarred –
beating still and alive

This is the finish line
The continual stop designed
For me to take a new step
To forgive and – hopefully – forget
To breathe and laugh, instead.