Starting from the bottom,
clawing my way up;
clarity of heart,
healing of mind.
Peeking through
this weathered door,
entire worlds
forgotten.
Perhaps this time
some familiar embrace;
the easy pleasure
of old habits.
Probably what the inside of my soul looks like
photo cred: https://www.deviantart.com/wyldraven/art/Forest-Door-Stock-459449460
