Everything seems clearer,
My treasures even dearer.
The future is bright as the past dies,
Feels like I got a new set of eyes.
Then I remember I'm back home with an angelic welcome,
I'm out of the tunnel into the light,
Soaring into the sky like a kite.
The colours are bright,
As my creativity reaches heights
That make my heart want to burst,
No longer do I feel cursed.