Brilliance

I'm confused.

 

I am in a body that is not my own and I am graceful and at peace. 

 

I cannot taste the sounds

I cannot smell the fear that used to surround me like a sea of tar. 

 

The night is no longer black but the blue of twilight, and the dismal fog that would slither through the leaves of the mammoth trees in my nightmares has fled. 

 

The stars are blinding and as they fall the sun rises with a painful, unfamiliar brilliance. 

 

A warmth falls upon me, new and foreign, and burns my skin in a way that is so pleasant. 

 

My skin that was dead and pale falls away; blooms from my body. The bud that is my soul is reborn into an oasis of joy.

 

The feeling overwhelming me. Building in my body and pouring over my heart which was once stagnated. Unmoving and unfeeling. 

 

A heart that has started to receive me despite the stiffness in its movements. 

 

The murky black that surrounded my feet and invaded my dreams like an intrusive sludge is washed away with rainfall that is pure and sacred. 

 

It scrubs away the acid that was once my world and leaves me in a place that is fresh and radiant. 

 

That brilliance attacks and takes control over my senses without consent and the future becomes that much more promising. 

 

The birds on my shoulders halt in their screeching song and croon delightfully in my ear as they revel in the love I have found.

 

My world has taken its first breath of clean air and dispelled the putrid and tasteless oxygen from its peridot encrusted lungs. 

 

I breathe this rich air into my new body, and as an intruder myself into this foreign vessel, I feel a sense of guilt for enjoying an atmosphere that does not truly belong to me. Yet I cannot bring myself to leave.