after vii.i can be me

i love your colours, your fibers, your strands

i can now pickup all these pieces with my own two hands

place them so delicately together it seems

i’m strong now more then ever – things only of dreams

my ashes now sit at the base of what i am

i’ve become a rock – the brightest of gems

although it took forever, and ever and a day

i’ll never go back there – i now know the way