you were a sunbeam across my dark, dusty cell,
showing me a single bright spot on the roof
where you entered, without warning and without hesitation
to pry my eyes open with your warmth and light
and for the first time i saw
where the voices were coming from
and who they were, that they weren't inside my head
but from my closed heart, waiting
to be set free and out of their cages
to allow me to feel again, emotions
long shunned and shut in,
to never be heard from or felt again
as the bright spot grows with you
my eyes see more, (i see a little outside now)
and sights i'd long forgotten wash over me
pulsing, surging, almost drowning me
but not quite.
