Prospective

I feel the breeze blow through the air. I watch as a dream unfolds from a nightmare. I feel the sun glaze my skin. I'm starting to feel like it's my turn to win. I admire the butterflies that colour the park. They even bring colour to apart of me that's dark. It feels as if my soul has reawoken. Or some bloody curse has been broken. I can feel the air as it enters my chest. I can hear the birds chirping from there nest. For once it doesn't feel like a temporary delight. Though I know il still have to fight with all my might. Though now I can fight with light turned on. With my heart and soul right where they belong. 🐐