The Way to Carry On
Something happened to today.
I took a step on solid ground, stepped out of the air I was floating on
And with each step tears hit the ground,
Making my mark,
Leaving a trace.
Shades of gray have revealed their
As I turn up the light
No longer squinting, listening from behind a wall
Pretending I donít see whatís going on
Hear the calls
Feel the color breaking through.
I can use both hands
As I rebuild the meaning of who I am here
What I am here
Where here is.