“My eyes adjust to the light,
When the sun’s out, hope rises,
Kaleidoscope of colours on walls and canvas,
Little, simple things become day to day art.
I hold and mend my heart
With folklore and rhymes,
Dancing absentmindedly to tunes
That give meaning to my day and night.
On my own, I may have been hurting,
But on my own, I have been whole, never lonely,
Learning the rhythm of my own steps when it’s cold,
Dancing to the rhythm of my own steps when it’s warm…”