Hey Sweetheart, Where You Been

Rebirth in the petals

Waking up

Last night’s makeup, smeared from crying

I could never wash it off

A sign tattooed on my wrist

A spiritual thing

No voice lost

No bloodshot eyes

Merely an embrace of beauty and a newly vivacious spirit

This is a wondrous feeling

It should happen more often

It gives me the courage to pluck up and address my future

An awakening-

It’s lovely!