With the first few strikes of a chord,
and that old familiar feeling rises,
that lump in the back of your throat.
Its sealing, and mending,
and healing old wounds.
Learning to appreciate
the simple ability to feel.
All of your time spent,
treading the road less traveled,
though it may be bitter and brutal,
will lead you to the contented outcome.
Awaking from a 1000 year sleep,
melting the ice surrounding your soul.
You’ve bloomed a beautiful flower.