It seems I have remembered how to be happy,
A blissful foreign feeling I have forgotten for so long.
This is good,
Something great,
As I slowly fumble my way in the darkness towards the bright light of healing.
I didn't realize how dark and
brOKen I had become.
With "ok" being the only description I would use,
And a false one at that.
My lips turn up by themselves,
I dance and sing in the kitchen as silly as that sounds,
I feel comfortable in my own skin.
My words are coming back,
And that I think is the most remarkable miracle of all.