Restoration - Regeneration:

Teardrops forming;
Teardrops falling;
Teardrops are,
The essence of this life now.

Naked and oblivious,
I find myself pulled into another world.

And shrieking out a thousand words,
In a thousand unformed languages.
Pleasure and pain;
Rhyme and reason...

Was there ever sufficient reason?

Attempting to crawl;
Attempting to stand,
And learning to fall.

Fearlessly,
I step into my new world.

Step by step,
Unsteady feet bring me closer to my end.
...

Or perhaps it is only the beginning.

***

A new beginning.
Rising from the darkness of my past.

Understanding;
Re-experiencing my life.

I'll breathe it in,
Then shout it out.

Immerse myself;
Forget my doubt...

Perhaps this time I'll walk.

I'll form new words,
And learn to talk.

Because pain as well,
Is fleeting.

Wounds and lesions heal.

I'll dress my old incisions,
And stop this incessant bleeding.

Attuned to the steady rhythm,
Of my ever racing heart.

This is not the end, this time...
It cannot be.

Not when such a small, and softly glowing light,
Shines into the depths of the shadows, so bright.

***

Perception holds no sway;
Misconceptions washed away;
Teardrops aren't the only,
Essence of this life, now.

Naked but oblivious,
I find myself pulled into another world.

And shrieking out a thousand words,
In a thousand unformed languages.
Pleasure and pain;
Rhyme and reason...

For every rhyme there is a reason.

Attempting to crawl;
Attempting to stand,
And learning to fall.

Fearlessly,
I step into my new world.

Step by step,
Unsteady feet bring me closer to my end.
...

Or perhaps it is only the beginning.