Darkness turned into light.
My limbs, still hurting,
but full of grace, I took the misery.
Voices have been heard,
just like music, but one was special.
Beautiful, soft and close.
A hand, on mine,
I recognized this feeling.
This was the hand that held me for so long.
The storm was over,
the torturing nothing through the ages,
towards a better era.
Love that hit me,
covering all the pain.
Love, that I gave, erasing all my misery.
Still, blurred my sight,
little by little coming back to me,
dripping like soft rain.
The eyes I looked into,
the face I saw right in front of me,
I felt as I knew it, saw it before,
as I’ve lived this moment already.
Tears were running down the face,
just as it was back then,
exactly like this. Being robbed of this memory all my life,
I knew for sure, I’ve lived it before.
“My child”, she said.
“Mama”, I wanted to say, but my voice wasn’t ready.
“My darling, I knew you’d make it through this”,
“Mama, I love you”, my lips shaped voiceless.
A new beginning.
Not a new life, but mine.
Yet, it starts over again, weak and small.
The scene almost alike, full of hope.
The light, stronger than darkness.
Saved from an ocean of nothing.
It was hope that triumphed,
at last, it didn’t die.