After walking against a rubber band that refused to be broken
(for 18 months)
After wading through snow and sleet and humidity and fire and water and electricity and deserts and Edens and hells
After rubbing dollar store ointment on the battle scars and scribbling pointless questions in your diary (asking if it was all worth it) tattooing the pointless answers to your forehead, wishing that you were more capable of deep thoughts
When the dust settles When the roar of the engines have died When the ugly monsters stop rearing their heads When all of the hornets retreat
You look down
And realize that what you were overcoming all this time
