The Mundane, To Me, a Miracle

'Not enough' was my cry for so long, only barely afloat through all the wrong. But no more, for I am finally home. I want so dearly to block out all that time, but that would be an even greater crime. I will never forget those that took that road with me. Old friends, old jeans, old haunts, defeating all the demons' taunts. For all that time, so damn hard, but now - just that easy. At the welcome, everywhere, I am taken aback, for plans and pleasantry, still regaining the knack. To many, normal is boring - the mundane, to me, a miracle. Back to the book fair, to the midnight walks, to the friendship and the hours-long talks. Onto new memories to blend with the old, a new life at twenty three and free.