When was the last time I felt the sun warm my cheeks?

When did I know a new day was upon me?

When the weight of darkness is off my back, will I still know how to stand tall?

How long before my eyes adjust to the light and I can see the new horizon?

In darkest I have found comfort, but this is not my home.

My home is where the flowers dance and the wind runs freely.

But I have been far from home.

The darkness took my home and only the sunshine will return it.

The golden rays start stretching out over the mountain.

The familiarity is a breathe of fresh air.

The day is new and the moonlight is no longer.

I am home.

The darkest night is over, and I am ready to embrace the sunshine.