Sanity II

This is a sane day.
I practise it 
As I long have wished
Here in this 

Strange place with
No friends.
I exist in words and

This is my day of
Clarity, it coincides
With my birth, is

To my cry, the 
Day I first was.
I pen its hours

All I am is
All I have become.
I have slept long
These years.

I awoke to hear a
Voice say: welcome
To freedom and 

I can learn
This new path is
A bright one.
And go on.
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