I feel the sun on my skin again.
My God, it feels good.
I hear the sound of my laughter again.
I smile because I can;
For the sudden rush of life.
I can breathe in the air again,
And it fills my lungs,
Strokes my wings,
I feel alive again.
It is me standing bear-foot
On the driveway,
Not a stranger knocking at the door.
I can feel the stones beneath my feet;
The concrete, the weeds,
The world is filled with colour again.
Green grass, a blue sky,
I can reach out
And feel inspired again.
I can write about the forests
And the skies;
I can sing about life again.
I can hold books and fall in love,
I can feel goosebumps on my skin.
I finally see a point again.