The light

the winter sunlight
so unnaturally sharp and cold
hail crashing down into my
unprotected eyes
while i laid tied to the ground
on my back
now, i can move freely...nothing
attacks me


the warm blanket
that once smothered me
and made me dizzy and anxious
before with the scent of death
is not comforting and soft

the tunnel
that once felt neverending
and consumed with darkness
its walls slippery and uneven
now has a clear ending
torches, lighting up my steps
roses, clinging to its walls...

i feel...alive.