That’s it

At last it is time to saunter away

No tight ties that bind

No other cuffs to hamstring

The ghosts wondered if it had truly ended

But now the finishing point’s horizon is clear

Over and out

Done and not won over

Divorcing from ridiculousness

Farewell to mental arms

No need to even pretend anymore

Liberation comes in many forms

And it feels freeing

Albeit there is supposed reticence

Goodbye to incredulity

It need not bite one’s ire

It’s over now

No need to even look this way

It is sunny in this spot

And it is now time to bask in its glory