Open
as if it were the first time to open my eyes
Bounded
by a light that is too bright
Squinting
looking forward from the past
Speaking
"yes, but will this ever last?"
Shaking
so cold that I could see my breath
Walking
like a baby that took its first steps
Dreaming
of better days in places far away
Stories
untold and retold, mirrored and uncontrolled
Branches
crumbling atop the stratosphere,
Drifting
to a place far, far from here