A Different Day
A poem about a feeling felt from recovery. Recovery can be a great feeling because you feel you have been given a new life, however, the sickness should not be taken literally only.
A different day
My feet touched the ground,
And it was a hopeful day for recovery.
Sick was I, of late heated passions, but now
There was scope for amelioration and little worry
Tiny spinning parachute seeds were blown in the room
Like a shower of amazing flowers blooming up.
There was no need for any perfume;
The wet morning grass spread its early fragrance,
And the rising sun provided soothing tactile sensation
To the skin, as if energising the whole body to carry into action.
What was the reason for this drastic change?
Was this rejuvenation, consequential of my sickness?
How weird it is, that odds bring along such package
Of unwanted exposure to realities and precociousness.