Relief

What's brewing underneath that smile?
A deep-rooted contentment
Going the extra inner mile
It's that smile you give me
It's that smile I reply with
It's the orchestra reaching a crescendo
and a song in its coda
It's the feeling of getting  to know yourself;
the feeling of knowing the road is long
and has been a hell of a windy bloody road
as I looked over the edge and saw the vast, dark ravine
of what could happen
but instead I chose to climb uphill
and only now I'm reaching the splendour
of the sunlit meadows
of my soul.