Its being so long since my fingers fluttered across the board,
I hear the sigh in my voice and the strain in my heart,
Hmmmmn, I can’t feel my heart beat anymore,
I was burnt down and like the phoenix I am reborn.
What a rush, a fervent fever that it has all being a dream,
The past is behind me and the future abreast of me,
I can no longer toll the path that I alone can thread,
This is my decision and my prerogative.
It is not easy when you find peace, for all hell is let loose for its turbulence,
I hold on fast to this flitting belief,
There is afterall death beyond all these,
I have but to look up and see what the future begets for me.
This is real, it is no dream, I am not to be awaken from any false slumber,
My motto “forward ever, backward never”,
I have made a truce with my father and maker,
There shall be no downpour in the house of Tehila