Stability

A thing of the present, not the past.
A thing that I really hope will last.

Like a tall mountain standing true
not afraid
to explain myself to you.

gone from my shadow selves.
my fake laughter.
I'm not even sure what I was after.

Friends of mist
who liked their own reflection.
of my true self
they had no detection.

But here I stand finally.
Having found the things that make up me.
Not afraid to face adversity.
In a state of mind I like to be.
Something that I call...

Stability.