Slowly the colours got brighter,
A sunrise of the mind,
I began to see in full technicolour again,
Suddenly in the sensation of being lost,
I was found,
I was formed.
All at once my senses deepened,
My taste ripened,
My sight sharpened.
I had feared I would forever be,
Cloaked, haunted, muted,
by traumatic misery.
Somehow, someway,
Something has awoken in me,
If this is even me at all?
