Clarity

Its that moment when you have to blink your eyes a couple of times to see through the mist,  as your vision struggles to see through the thin and thick of the fog and smog, the smoke and the dust slowly disappears. Like opening a window after the sun rises. You see the world and you see clearly.

Its that morning after a struggle, when the pain and arrows of every hurtful word, and the sharp curves of melancholy has pierced through the warm walls of sorrow. The last teardrop has fallen, and you see all that is left of you.

Its that afternoon in front of a carousel, when its dizzying and blinding circles of laughter has stopped and all you see is the joy left in a child's eyes. Its's when you know for sure where you stand, what you believe, whom you love and who you will fight for.

Its when the dust turns crystal and you see everything clearly.

Its when you see the smile on your children's faces and the face of the woman you vowed to be with for eternity.

I can see you clearly now.