After the passage
The journey disappears
And we forget
A million tiny steps.
We had
And we lost
We learned
And we tried.
Sometimes I wonder
What it was
That I missed
Growing up asleep
Blind and mute.
I barely scratched
The surface
And I let her go
Too easily defeated
And discouraged.
But it’s now that I know
What it means
And how it feels
Living backwards in my mind
And dreaming
Through the years.
It is not about winning
For winning is a state of mind
The outcome of war
Far different
Than a skirmish in the sun.
What is in me
Is greater
A larger victory by far
The part of me I gained
When I lost it all.
The journey never ends
And I have traveled far
Even inside this circle
All is acknowledged
And understood.
The box will open up
And then we will see
What we have made
With new eyes
And a new heart.
Embracing at last
With a knowing smile
That we have won
Forever.
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