I am smiling
I cannot help it
It is pure and authentic
Waking with happiness instead of despair
I slay you today!
The tears are simply empathy for the self now
You did it!!
I did it!!
I made it.
Against all of the odds
I HAVE WON!!
It is a strange and foreign experience
I listen to the silence
Waiting…tentatively, releasing my breath
There are no balloons
There is no cheering or clinking of glasses in celebratory fashion
No dressing up or speeches made on my behalf
The silence speaks to me as a deafening roaring thunderous adulation
There is no one left to oppose me
At last I can cheer
Even if it’s only by myself
I am loud inside
I didn’t perceive my own strength or even the battle
Until the silence
Suddenly my existence is not being extinguished
The fire can roar…as it should
It is warming the damp cold house
It is bringing the light back to the windows
Delightful foods can be cooked over it- anything I desire!
I own strength and stamina
The guns and the cannons are quiet
The enemy has given it up as a hopeless and fruitless battle…they will try elsewhere against weaker countries
They will never try again, they know better.
She looks out the window at the unplowed fields
The neglected harvests
Some things can be salvaged
But in comparison to the battles just waged….farming and investing into the land is a simple almost menial task….but a task that is also delightful.
It is a calming, joyful thing to delight in the rewards of your own labour.
And so she smiles again
Imagining the future
Delighting in the present
Treasuring every mouthful, it’s simplicity and the thunderous silence.