The somber bells have gone someplace –
beyond my ears.
I'm tentative, I'm penitent, I'm
living every waking moment
for the first time in years,
and it's liberating.
For the first time since my heart got in its head
to run away,
there's no berating, innerconscient voice,
no incessant need for choices –
just kaleidoscope colors colliding on hearts and paper,
in the black-and-white rainbow of a pen.
A/N: "innerconscient" = in'- uhr- kon'- shent