So in the end,
It never really mattered.
All the pain and rage
You pushed yourself through.
The fire that burned you
Inside out

It didn't change
A ******* thing

Except you.

You learnt what really matters.
You built a stronger foundation
For who you have chosen to be.
You found ways
To handle how upside down
And backwards
The repeating nature of the universe
Truly is.

Because you did the work.
You forged yourself in flames
That would have melted others.

You get to hold fast and say
"To the world
It may not have mattered,
But for me,
For today,
It was a triumph for the ages"

In the history book of scars
You stand a hero

In the end
All that matters
Is you.