The sun is slowly starting to seep into my hardened veins
Bringing with it a message of hope;
Of life, arising from the once hopelessly dead.
I hear the tides whisper of change;
Washing the old and known, and carrying the new.
I feel a new warmth caress my impoverished skin;
The real home of the child I once knew.
I’m starting to hear the songs of the birds outside,
Feel my own embrace,
See the beauty of each bloom;
A space for gratitude, where once was despair.
I’m starting to feel an eternal value;
Something not said, but felt;
Of being wanted, of being loved, supported although lost.
A sense of safety once unknown.
The sun it seeps;
And I allow it.
Existence comes calling;
And I embrace it.
A self once lost;
Now somehow returning.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
The sun is slowly starting to seep into my hardened veins
Bringing with it a message of hope;
Of life, arising from the once hopelessly dead.
I hear the tides whisper of change;
Washing the old and known, and carrying the new.
I feel a new warmth caress my impoverished skin;
The real home of the child I once knew.
I’m starting to hear the songs of the birds outside,
Feel my own embrace,
See the beauty of each bloom;
A space for gratitude, where once was despair.
I’m starting to feel an eternal value;
Something not said, but felt;
Of being wanted, of being loved, supported although lost.
A sense of safety once unknown.
The sun it seeps;
And I allow it.
Existence comes calling;
And I embrace it.
A self once lost;
Now somehow returning.
