One shadowy morning, I woke up.
The shadow passed, the crying stopped.
I am still here.
Wonder keeps my eyes in motion.
This is odd: my wounds have healed.
What happened?
Am I forgiven? Can it be?
I stand up. The heavy weight is gone.
My tears have dried, but I remember all.
I shake the dust off my shoulders
and scratch my chin in thought.
Am I free?
I feel beyond the sorrow,
beyond the struggle,
yet I live,
And this is earth.
I turn around.
Yes, this is the earth,
not heaven, nor paradise.
But it has changed.
Or maybe I feel hope.
It isn’t burning or pushing
but like a confident light.
Is this what I was waiting for?
Is this my time coming?
Is this the end of my blight?
One step after another,
I feel that I have time.
I’m not in a hurry anymore.
Things will come to pass,
and I am here to see.
This is me, clasping hands with destiny.
No enemy, each of us a friend.
I stop and smile. I laugh.
I’m like I once was,
and I welcome it.
