...and suddenly, it all came to me. 

Like a microscopic change that you only see out of the corner of your eye, completely out of focus, for a fleeting moment and then it passes. The fact that something that wasn't 'just right' now suddenly is, and you're the only one who is aware of this otherwise imperceptive change. The realization that the key was never out there, it was never meant to be found elsewhere. You had it (with)in you all along.

That I Would Be Good

That I would be good even if I did nothing.
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down.
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick.
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds.

That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt.
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth.
That I would be great if I was no longer queen.
That I would be grand if I was not all knowing.

That I would be loved even when I numb myself.
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed.
That I would be loved even when I was fuming.
That I would be good even if I was clingy.

That I would be good even if I lost sanity.

That I would be good whether with or without you.