Words came back to me
what does it mean?
The solution is in black and white
The truth I cannot touch

I became a mute, speaking the language of
flesh
Nothing left to say
I became a mute back in the day
No words needed, for there was no pain
I could not take
But now I speak again, now I'm back home
(Is home where you been born?
Am I daughter of hell
or just got there by fate)

But now I have a pile of poems
and impressions
in absence of something better
Poetry is always the remedy
but first, there must be a bruise

This too shall pass
and we'll rejoice in the sun