look around,
and realize that everything you once ran to
and all the things you once ran from,
are nothing more than memories from your past.
knowing that all of the insanity, craziness, heartbreak, and low points
have all added up to that very second and,
when you look around the room,
asses the damage,
and sit down in front of the mirror, and see that,
you're still there.
maybe a little broken,
maybe a few more wrinkles and lines,
maybe a few grey hairs,
if any hairs at all are left,
but the face staring back
is smiling.
a different smile than the young pompous one you once knew,
this one is a smile of a knowledge that,
after all that,
it's ok.
it's not right,
but it's ok...
