When was the last time I felt the sun warm my cheeks?
When did I know a new day was upon me?
When the weight of darkness is off my back, will I still know how to stand tall?
How long before my eyes adjust to the light and I can see the new horizon?
In darkest I have found comfort, but this is not my home.
My home is where the flowers dance and the wind runs freely.
But I have been far from home.
The darkness took my home and only the sunshine will return it.
The golden rays start stretching out over the mountain.
The familiarity is a breathe of fresh air.
The day is new and the moonlight is no longer.
I am home.
The darkest night is over, and I am ready to embrace the sunshine.