The Up Side of Hind Sight

I learned how to hold my head up high and high---

and pack my bags without so much as a tear

and I didn't have to remind myself to smile

Up against the wall

with my neck against the fresh paint,

I realized what I could bring to the table

Something more

that's all it ever was

that was missing

And I allowed for the slow death of my compulsion

for the sake of happiness

this was warranted

and I was worthy

and I had smiling cheeks

from the deep breaths I was able to take

and I liked that I still believed in the fata morgana

and in what the steep horizon had in store

for me

and me alone