nestled bird

The world was muted, a watercolor bled dry,

For years, a monochrome existence, beneath a somber sky.

My heart, a sleeping bird, nestled deep within my breast,

Unstirred by whispers, unaroused from its long rest.

Then you arrived, a sunrise painting gold across the gray,

A melody unheard, awakening a brighter day.

A touch, a glance, a laughter echoing through the air,

Each note a vibrant hue, banishing all despair.

Suddenly, colors blossomed at an intensity once unknown,

flowers blooming where weeds couldn’t grow.

Each breath I take is a precious gift,

a miracle coming through.

My senses heightened and the world all seeming new.

The sleeping bird awakens, its wings begin to quickly beat,

a thrilling, amazing rhythm, pulsing with intense heat.

I feel the blood course through my veins,

pumping like a giant storm of boiling rain.

Alive, I’m truly alive, and for the first time I can see,

just how precious and beautiful this life can really be.