Sometimes you are left with beautiful memories of people

Sometimes you are left with beautiful memories of people. In the same dilemma, a poem from my friend.

VISION
I see a road stretched long in front of me 
The distance makes me rethink about the path that I have chosen to walk on
But I know I have to move 
And I know there’s no other way either 
I need to go on 
Not because I want to 
But because everyone else wants me to 
I have to start the journey without any doubts 
But I feel heavy now 
My shoulders hunched 
My feet frozen 
And there’s this horrific stench in the air 
It smells like fear and despair
It burns my nose
And bile rises in my throat
But I have to move on
I want someone to give me a shove
So my feet will start working
My heart pounds
Blood rushes to my head 
I break out in a cold sweat 
I have been brought down to my knees 
I helplessly think 
I have been ruined 
Shattered 
I want to be well again
I want to be good and move forward
But I am scared
Scared of picking up the broken pieces of my soul
Scared that the sharp edges will cut me more More deeply than the harsh words that’s thrown at me
On a daily basis
I need to do something
But only darkness greets me
No solutions 
Just confusion