The Pure, Simple, Truth.

100 days.

100!

I’m spending today in celebration,

With pride swelling within my heart,

These have been the first 100 days of freedom,

over which I’ve learnt that resilience is an incredibly fine art.

I’m marking today as an unbelievable achievement,

for my mind, my body, and my soul,

I’ve begun to bask in self gratification,

These have been the first 100 moments of newfound self control.

In the 100 days to previous now,

I’ve gotten used to who I am,

After the hell of the anterior year,

My occasional bursts of happiness are now not anything close to being a sham.

I now believe there is beauty in everything,

possibly even including myself,

I’ve just let to find such a thing,

and return my own resentment to the shelf.

I’m getting through today,

With a sense of amazement within my mind,

I never imagined such an achievement to be possible,

Never did I imagine, my future hopes would ever become aligned.

Today I do not care for those around me,

That are not worth my time,

the knowledge of such a personal achievement,

Can not be described in any sense, other than truly divine.

I’m spending today,

Lost in my own pride,

I deserve to be happy,

Luck appears to now be on my side.

Now engraved in my head and my heart,

Is happiness in large letters of gold,

These have been the first 100 days of many,

I’ve learnt to accept myself, and living will never again become old.