At the End of the Rainbow

After the burning is gone. After the pain has subsided. When you can no longer feel the twinge in the just left of center in your chest. When your breathing comes easy instead of fighting that overwhelming feeling that someone is preventing you from getting a full breath. When your heart rate returns to normal, and is no longer racing through your chest. When the tears have all dried, and you've finally accepted that it is truely over. That is when you start living, or so they say.
There are moments when you still remember. There are things you still see. Smells that remind you, and words that still make you smile. But the waiting is over and you can finally breathe. This should be the spring of your moments. It should enlighten your soul to dance with great energy across the eternal platform of life. Yet Here is where you are. So very far from where you wish to be. It will have to do, and you are want to make it better. There is no pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow. There is no magic, there is no mystery. There is only this world we live in. This is al there is at the end of the rainbow.