I was wrong

Coming up for air.
For the first time in a life time
 I know in every part of me I've done what's right,
 and all that mountainous weight finds itself in pieces
 on a bar room floor.
And me, shoulders included,
 are so far above it that it ceases to matter.
 It ceases to exist.

I wipe the crust from my eyes to view it all.
Let it soak into every pore.
A beginning so pristine that not even myself can tarnish it.
I find myself forced to laugh.
Smile till it hurts over how truly foolish I have been.

Things before I would have bled for now come indifferent.
Everything gets new lighting
 and my priorities have been caught in all the wrong places.

I was wrong.
The words flow so simple.
No defense, no jury to prove to. No need to probe.
I was wrong,and now I'm right,
  and nothing will ever be the same.