Closure

What I've done. What I've become. What I will be. The future is very uncertain. I can remember days of triumph, days of honesty, days when I wasn't afraid to live, to be. Those days were just a nice memory. Now I'm making them a reality.

Falling is a peculiar thing. I thrill to the rush of wind under me, the almost weightless feeling that envelops me once my foothold has slipped over the edge. Nothing is going to catch me down there. But for now, I can fly.

Telling you that it's over was one of the best things I ever did. I marched forward, and never looked back. I found myself again. I view my reflection with steadfast gaze; I'm not ashamed anymore. If you walk fast enough, you can leave the clouds behind.

I'm not just talking. I'm not just dreaming. I'm doing. Let the past bury itself. Give me an open road, I'm ready to walk it. If my dream crumbles under its own weight, I won't go down with it. I'll find a new one.

Be careful when you strike me down. Count your blows, and deliver them well. I only have two cheeks. After that, I can't promise you quarter.

Truth has found me, as it always does. I no longer run from it, fearing it would tear me apart with cold, unfeeling hands. I accept its facts, and allow it to walk with me. It destroys the lies that left a bitter taste in my mouth; it lets me see right through you. I won't lie to you. You can't hide. I'll speak, and you'll hear.

I got my life back.