Looking back only to recall that which caused you to fall into the deepest trench of darkness; yet only until you awoke from your madness and brought forth your all-encompassing light that never fails to shine, even when hidden for so long. So long to fixating on the wrongs, for now all is right-- nothing persists in fight. Restful is contentment, tired is resentment. Now even the sun envies your intensity. Shine on, shine on.