I reach out like the golden star I was meant to be
I reach out with my spark, my arms' length: a shower of them
Spiraled joy crushing through my chest,
Twisted and gnawed thin... envelops me,
becomes whole
Growing, rising, taking over me
The ribbon of hope became my blanket
I turn away from the cold as if it burns
As if every time I shivered I really bled
As if I'd given a life for every tear I shed...
Gone. It is gone.
I am home.
I am happy.
I am grace.
