But I felt whole that day. Like my concentration had paid off.
Like my planning and strategizing and reacting and changing
and being flexible through out the week had lead me somewhere
good ultimately in the end. And it might not have been what I planned
at first, and it might not have been what was most on my mind,
but it felt right. I felt the agony from just the prior night evaporate like
a bird flying away. And I was able to take in the beauty of my surroundings
and appreciate everything, despite what had triggered a conniption spas
just the prior night. But I was sturdy again. And I was completing something
I had meant to do for a long time. And I was happy with the results.
And I ended the day by crawling even more into my comfort zone, and
feeling like only and totally myself-a strange rarity these days, like some
precious jewelry, reminding me of life's solacing reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem