It has been...
... a year 
Of sticks and stones
But I'm still here
Healing 
From broken bones
Thriving 
Diving
Into whatever my mind 
can 
reach...

On my own

And so 

We'll see...
Who I'll become
In the years to come.

We

Oh, Me?

Well..

I'm your neighbour
I'm your daughter 
I'm your friend
I'm your saviour
I'm your mother
I'm your end.

Can't you tell?

Colour

I'm getting colour 
back into my life
You have no idea 
What it feels like.

Never again
Will I be restricted 
to black and white,
Even by my own mind.

I really thought 
I might not survive.

I guess there's more
Than meets the eye.

Create

And
You've got
Good hands
Amazing brain
And sharp eyes
To create 
Whatever
Your heart
Desires

Candlelight

How many centuries 
are there
Within me?

That

At night
Whenever I see 

A burning candle

It feels like
A warm hug,
That hope is coming 
And the future is bright 

All from a candlelight.