My window flew open

when I finally broke free;

everything was lightened

and buzzing with bees;

the air felt fresher;

you wouldn’t believe

that I reversed my track

and heightened my greed;

I wanted what was gone

and to then be redeemed

and blessed by an angel

from a sky no longer green.

Could she have a shield

and gild no one but me;

hand me someone’s heart

that I know I’ll later need?

Of course I love sweetness,

to give and not receive,

but now my fire’s burning;

my quest is all I see.

So dear, this is for you,

part of my recovery;

I’m back in my comfort zone

and it feels like a nice breeze.