• A scatter of light flashed through my eyes,
    A whirl of color, a dash of sun
    A blender with of
    many new and confusing feelings
    As fresh as a newly born baby
    The speckled pattern of holy rays past through my
    transparent membrane
    It was final
    I was in need to refresh myself
    To Wipe my old life like waves
    erasing discarded foot prints
    Clearing away the past until it was
    nothing more but a faint memory
    My memory pulsed
    recalling all that was lost
    I pushed it back
    It was time to start a new,
    Good or bad.