This is It

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This is it
that quiet astounding moment
when you cease to be a cynic and you say
I'm here
this is the place I knew I could trace
my life forward to
if I
painted the desire into a solid color
with paint that I could see and feel
cold and real
on my fingertips
taste the color of this thought
with my tongue and lips.
This is it
the moment when you
step outside of yourself and say
this is my life
exactly
it's not some show I'm watching
or a book I'm reading
hoping for an interesting moment
 or a better ending
it just is...
It's happening.
I look at my hands
pale and stong
I laugh at my reflection
it's been far too long
since I've recognized myself
and now I do
it feels beautiful, it feels safe
and utterly true
just to be here
in this moment
in my life
 and with you.