With my eyes
I have seen young lads fishing,
for it was a fine summer’s day.
Yet these eyes have also borne witness
to the hidden bruises of a drunken fray.
With my ears
I have heard melodic songbirds
singing for all to hear – just for me.
Too often these ears have heard the desperate
sobs, as she painfully ponders her fate in misery.
With my nose
I have inhaled the scent of the roses,
on the occasions I took the time to stop and smell.
Gone are the days of apathy and stench,
when I partook in the madness and self-imposed Hell.
With my heart
I have found strength I never knew before.
Strange, but I believe this is the real me.
Breathing free, seeing clear, hearing good, feeling strong,
I will not get carried away, but I’m starting to feel happy.