You're finally outside, allowing me at last
To see you clearly.
So small, so conventional, so seemingly insignificant.
So unconcerned, so unaware of what you have done to us.
We didn't expect you.
You passed through us far slower than we thought possible.
You hurt us far more than we ever dreamed you could.
And now after the
Of you, we are spent, drained, nearly to the end of our power
We will grow strong in time but now
Our head pressed against the wall for support
We at last look at the specimen clearly.
So seemingly insignificant.
Still unconcerned, still unaware of what you have done to us.
You came from within us, perhaps culled from our worse habits.
And even in our relief at your absense we are left with the
May there be another
Just like you, so small and conventional?
So overwhelmingly insignificant?
But we can hope this: never to see you again.
Awareness' lack will not rescue you.
When we remember you, we will remember only the pain.
Only one thing left to do.