It is as though I have reclaimed
A part of myself I mislaid long ago;
My eyes were drawn inwards, and so
I lost my place in the world,
My page in the story of my life.

Now, I am learning to open my eyes
And my heart again, in the way I always
Used to: placing myself in the midst
Of the world just to see what is there,
Allowing it to move me.

My life is no longer a sprinkle of
Glitter, peppering my existence
With tiny points of light
Set all too far apart in
The vast expanse of
Mere survival.

Surrounded by smiling faces,
I no longer envy them:
Finally, the life I want is
Becoming mine, and the future
For which I long is
Just around the corner and not
In some undiscovered country
I fear I may never reach alive.

Once again, the world is a place
To enjoy and not to grasp at
As it disappears in the fog
Of misery. After years of
Running to stand still,
I can get somewhere at last.

01/26/2017

Posted on 02/15/2017
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