I can feel it.
Not the coming of fame
or some major accomplishment.
No societal achievement
that no one else could tame.
You won't see it.
It's taken years.
And required more time
than I ever thought one would need.
Never knowing if I'd be freed
to continue the climb.
Clear of the tears.
No, I don't mind.
That when we celebrate
no one will ever really know.
That's not what brings you from the low
up to a brand new slate.
Back to the line.
It's from the past.
But also waiting there
like a buoy behind the mist.
There is no way I could resist
pulling it up to share.
Alive at last.
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