I am awake
I am alive
set upon a distant echo;
outside my window
birds lit from branch to branch
a squirrel hastens up a trunk
wind gently brushes budding leaves
the approaching spring
all is renewed
babies cry
people play
oh the places they go
breathe in the air
life
like a catalyst
I begin
maybe again
senses fulfilled
constant motion
pain dulls to mute
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