healing

healing
harder than giving up
sweeping like a thieving wind
in watery eyes...
healing
comes softly
like a kiss pressing lips
lifting eyes into a smile
i've been granted
healing
once again
playing with chances
to obliterate regret
new healing arms, new home
bloom
into my dungeon room
like flowers on a grave
last gust of faith
the now or never
type of game
call upon
healing,
feverish songs
of love renewed
and the sound of promises
i'd learned to forget
the start line
again greets
i gulp air desperately
and trust
in healing miracles
the incurable believer
awakens in me
so...won't let me disappoint
the hopeful part
of personal awareness.
healing
does not come from within