The gift of my tortured soul covers my eyes so I can see.
In the darkness I find my light.
I have finally given up the fight.
My strength now sets me free.
But in this terrific and cold abyss,
I fear I’ll forever be completely alone.
Soon I remember those little things I miss.
A smile returned,
A glance exchanged,
Freedom of a bridge that will not be burned.
I miss an arm around my waist, holding me near.
I miss gentle whispers in my ear.
I miss long restless nights through which desires are made clear.
The cold abyss begins to warm and lighten.
I can see a face amidst the haze.
The butterflies consume me – my stomach tightens.
Is this where I need to be?
Scared but excited, frantic but calm.
Will that face promise never to hurt me?
My tortured soul is lifting its veil,
Learning to live again is the warmth that calms me.
I haven’t felt this alive in years…hard to know if this is real.