By Michael W. Raley
There is a stream of tranquility
Trickling down from the jagged stones of remembrance,
In the space once occupied by the raging rapids.
My senses are sharpened,
The colors are more vivid
And the sounds more boisterous
Than I can ever recall.
I realize that this moment is all I have.
So, better take it all in,
Because it won’t come back around.
I am coming to terms with who I am,
Which brings a slight grin to my face.
I’ve fought my way over, through, and back
More than I care to remember,
But I’m still here.
As the warm spring breeze blows across my face,
I savor this euphoric feeling of freedom.