I'm finding my blooming patience a comfort,
Most days people know where to find me.
A set pace, a streetcar rolling down a triumphant hill.
45 miles per hour.
I pulled myself out of the fire,
I bandaged my heart and got back to work.
Bruised knuckles show where I've been most days,
A subtle kind of excitement washes over my crowd.
I've been waiting years for this.
Splitting grins sit where tears once reigned,
I am the ruler now, this is my domain.
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