I meet myself
After all I allowed
Myself to go through
Fictional thoughts
I entertained
And destroyed myself through
But now on the other side
The waters are calm
Yet moving enough
That I don\'t have to row
This boat that barely survived
The oars resting, revived
From the crises I allowed
For the storms I chose
But now on the other side
I strike a tranquil pose
And in the here and now
I sigh at all that\'s gone
Fewer demons hide
In the light of this other side.
-Al