I have my moments of clarity,
Moments of the beauties I so long to see,
Sometimes it's a memory I had long forgotten
That creeps out to be a part of my waking dreams,
Other times its a simple wisp of a flower's scent
When my emotions again begin,
It's my spring when I rise out of the darkness
A Phoenix
Always I am discovered, recovered
To learn once more what I had let fade into the deepest part of my soul
To embrace my world,
For it is mine and mine alone.
Kem