Their Proud Eyes

This is a winter sun, a
Rebirth into frost and bright
Blue skies - no hypothermia,
No  snow, only brilliant days
And  a new ego, one unbroken,
Sound  and ready to serve:
For I am  new, renewed, re
Growing  - denied the night and
Removed  from  dark places - I
Have  been given health and
Surprise beginnings and live
In a place where I can thrive.
God-willing I will be
The woman   I was meant to be -
Leave behind the death and
Dying  ways, live a life of
Active praise - give out the
Love  I knew: hold good and true
In their proud eyes.

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