Living Again

Living Again

Sometimes I wonder
how I managed.
Living barely half awake.
All my emotions frozen.

How did I push it all down?
How did I managage to live?
I was barely half alive.
I was feeling so little.

I used to be so intense.
I threw my everything
into every moment.
I lived burning hot.

And one day I realized,
I have turned to ice.
I feel, almost nothing.
I simply-exist.

I do what I need to.
I make life smooth.
And nothing touches me.
I do not burn.

And after a while,
I didn't even have
enough passion left to feel
the pain of fire's loss.

I just accepted, this is life.
The passion of love, was over.
I would live this life.
I would...simply exist.

And then those chains were struck.
Suddenly I've been freed.
And I am starting to find
the fire from my past.

I've been shoved off
that numbing path.
I don't know where I'm going.
And I am scared.

But terror is a feeling.
It is not numbing ice.
So I am afraid.
But I am alive again!

And gods suddenly I feel again.
I have passions, wants, desires.
I don't know where I'm headed.
But I am living again!