I can hear the birds again
Feel the sun fill up the room
And smell the freshness of the grass
In the dew like April rain
I can feel the words again
In my pen tip quivering
Waiting for awakening
This this this
Is everything
I can feel the pain recede
Slipping down my spine like
Greywater
All the mothers tell their daughters
It will be alright again.
Yes, here inside my wounded head
Resting there above my eyes
Once aching, empty, stonelike, dead
Something something
Gently rise
Years of heart sore, twisting pain
Gives way to birdsong
And to rain
