Pushing it.

Pushing it.
Sleeplessness and parties.
Bruised.
Physically and Mentally.
Healing;
Worth much more.
I look up and see comfort.
When before I saw nothing.
So I keep pushing it.
Seeing where I go.
Just one more week left.
Thousands of miles and dollars.
Living my life and pushing my boundaries.
So I've let loose in every which way.
And I finally realize,
That I am completely free.
To sit here and torture,
Thinking of what's lost.
Or to keep moving and learning.
That Life is not lost.
So I will pick the latter
From this day on out.
Because life is worth too much
To dwell on one thought.
So tonight I will keep
Pushing myself hard.
So I do not repeat
My past nightmares.
I fight in my head,
Thoughts of things that were.
But today I have won.
My civil war.
So I keep pushing.
Until nothing is left,
Except for myself
And nothing else.