After the Storm

Wow, there it went

Gone. Away. A memory.

How did that happen?

I want to ask if IT even did happen, but-

It did. I can remember. 

It sits there still, tucked in a corner of my mind that is out of place,

A hiccup in this vast sea of serenity,

A flag, worn and faded but real.

A blister.

And though, I can't forget it's presence-

I know that it needn't faze me. 

I'm liberated, I'm ready.

The existence of what no longer is 

Isn't predicated on whether it was bottle or fizz

Every past reality essentially is killing me

But who I am and what I become is in total control of me.

I determine whether or not it's gone.

I choose to let it go.

And I wouldn't, and I couldn't if He hadn't come to earth below.

But He did. And I can.

And I will.

And I have.

Lord, I am ready now. I am ready now.