I long for the day when I'm clear as glass. Pristine and reflective, casting rainbow prisms from my clarity of mind. I have no film, stains, or scratches; I'm washed and shining in the sun's radiant light peering from the window of the world. I am journeying my passage to healing.

I long for the day when she can inspire me. Have you seen HER? She is vivid, bright, sharp, and colorful. She is fierce and unapologetically herself. She is not broken, torn, mourning, or lost. She has a collection of arsenals for every occasion. She is not to be fooled with.

I long for the day when I can close my eyes and not see my pain but rather the beginning of my time, where I'm created and formed new and beautiful. Where the void of nothing is filled with bright beaming light that outshines the sun, moon, and stars. My eyes and thoughts are covered by the ocean waves and cleanse by the salt of the sea.

I long for the day to be me, before they broke me, and lost HER, she who covered my soul. I am journeying my passage to healing and will find HER again.