This is your pain
it no longer exists
in a realm that can harm you.
It is a monument to progress
bronzed in hope
burnished in tailfin optimism.
Think of all the time you wasted on it.
Watch all the hours ooze back into your soul
and fill in all those delicate brittle cracks.
You can breathe easy now
with that hint of trauma recovery
penetrating your stale facade.
You no longer need to whisper
and reconstruct your fractured tongue.
Relieved of your post
no longer a sentinel of your shame
and no sooner a relieved being
scrubbing yourself clean
of that taste so sour and obscene.
This is your pain
and it no longer owns you!
You are free to celebrate
the grand exit that
took so much of you away
out of the valley now voided of shadows.
This is your pain and you get to move on with it.