I cant remember when
I last saw the sun,
or felt the summer breeze.
I am cold,
and alone,
The darkness scrapes at me,
with whispers of death.
slivers of pain.
and silence,
dreadful silence.
i am sapped.
then a light.
so dim.
must be a mirage.
my imagination, wishing.
then growing brighter
nearer still.
is that warmth?
as the shadows recede
their icy tendrils from me.
i can hear laughter.
faint at first.
the light comes faster now,
my thoughts quicken.
my wisdom,
my knowledge return
with renewed strength
i reach for that light.
i burst forth
into a field
surrounded by old friends
come to see me,
free myself
from the involuntary
imprisonment of the cauldron.
renewed, reborn
fashioned whole again from fragments
of before,
fused with new pieces.
i see the world with new eyes.
mine own for the first time
since a child i was
so long ago.
{this one can keep going but the whispers stopped short, and i am not one to force words where none are wanted.}
