My pen had gone dry while my mind continued to write words inside my head,
Silence had worsen the taste of their definitions because my tongue had gone dead.
A vision in my private dream woke me up with a gift of vivid and forgiving ink,
With the wisdom to learn from grave experiences and not allow my heart to sink.
I saw a promising smile in the mirror that I uncovered with a renewed faith in me,
Tears had glued my eyes shut but vanished and a glow sparkled allowing me to see.
My pen came alife and the movement encourged my body to once again feel,
Contagious was the urge to share these emotions that energized me with this meal.
Water from the showerhead bathe my sorrow away as the towel found no tears,
Singing words echoed off the bathroom walls until they halted and became cheers.
A renewed living man have I become that walks gingerly down the colorful streets,
Greeting a shining sun, or even the gray clouds and people around me that I meet.
There is no limit to what I can express with a writing pen and magical ink as a gift,
A new begining of cherished memories thats given my heart and mind a great lift.
It is time to look at the sky and thank whom my mind finds it so very pleasing,
And smile after special words to all that have given my heart and soul a cleansing.