It reminds me I lived,

Through my mind’s sick torment,

The light at the end lives,

Blinding my teary sight.

It makes me peer around me,

Take in the destruction,

That is my sanity,

Scattered onto the floor.

Once toxic now purified,

From the jovial luck,

Clutched in my moist, shaky hands,

As I accept that it’s done.

With a broom and a brush,

I’ll sweep it to the trash,

To be forgotten, lost,

Until I clean again.

It reminds me that I’m fine,

That my tears weren’t seeds of woe,

The poison ivy is gone,

I can stride the world again.