alive/well/again.

All of it, unfamiliar

yet astonishingly familiarized.

Not to be a cautionary tale

the possibility of a story untold,

like no other.

A simple call.

a quiet, subtle

poke of the bear.

it has meaning and

none,

whatsoever.

although my hand I hold,

I am well paced to show

reflecting the lightness

within a humble embrace.

"she's finally pulled herself out of the race!"

I say. I pray. I convey.

Minding the risks

my smiles make me sick!

Walking along the noiseless clouds

lined with honey,

seeped in

bliss.

a sweet kiss to bring it

in.

bring me back from

sin.

pull me in, pull me

out.

letting me scream and

shout

from within.

How Brave. How courageous.

How confident. How outrageous!

How divine.

How delectable.

To be alive and well,

again.