Contributor: John Ogden

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Look back, laugh.
Look back two months,
See how scared you were.
See how desperate you were,
How you thought things would never work out
How you thought you would never be happy again
How, when things seemed most hopeless
When the night seemed most dark
Wild with frothing demons
Baying for your blood
A little light came into your life
A little crack came through the black
Expanded so fast
As time and mind
Bent their course for you
Bent their course
And washed away everything in your way
All the shadows
All the illusions
Until nothing but the golden moments
Of a life fully lived
Remained.

Look back.
Look back two months
Look back and laugh
At last.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.