Reaching the Trough

What a week.

Messy. Chaotic. Disturbing.

Now, it is finished. I am done.

Now, I let it go.

Now, I start doing and I pick up the pieces.

Now, I start smiling again and perhaps give out a laugh or two.

Now, I go back to the things that make me happy.

And though when I look back, I am dismayed by the disaster I left.

I have no regrets.

But I am sorry for the mess.

Whatever remained, I shall forever keep..like battlescars.