Touch of life
The day has arrived
Loneliness slips away
Touch of Life
14 months numb
Skin runs cold
Flow of blood suspended
Frozen over like ice
Days grow longer
My shell sheds away
The memory of you
1 week remains
The darkness fades
Prickling pins
dance gleefully on my skin
Anticipation grows
Like flowers in bloom
Ready to spring back to life
The day has arrived
Loneliness slips away
The warmth of the sun’s rays
Seeps deep into my soul
With just one touch
Like a jolt of lightening
My heart beats with yours
I breathe. I feel. I live again.
Author: Julianna Gwiszcz
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