I had taken so long to heal myself
That I forgot how the sunlight felt.
Now that light travels through my pores,
I can open up my doors again
And show you the new mess.
I feel a new war about to begin,
My body is covered in ink.
How did I not notice
the papers sitting
still on my desk.
They contain stories that kept me awake,
About the ones that got lost in the wait.
Maybe I lost the first battle
But I'm back to prepare
I'm here to start again.
