Opposites

I wiggle my fingers and toes, gentle movements

Which I thought I might not be able to do again

My flesh has been stolen (the thief was me)

But my spirit feels stronger

A flickering candle light always burning inside

Which has no doubt carried me through my life

Exactly as it does right now

I see the rowan tree, the owls and glowing moon

Shining in the treacle-dark sky

Winter is fading and soon there will be brighter, longer days

As spring comes to us and offers us wishes and happiness –

Her face a bright yellow and white daisy

Maybe if she comes to me again I can weave her a daisy chain

I am beginning to make lists – tiny gambles

Learning to love things – simple things like the wind on my cheeks

Before I was largely full of indifference

It didn’t matter if I lived or died

And so my fingers and toes tap a beat

And I welcome it in and allow myself to smile.