The Cloud has Lifted

The dark cloud has lifted.

That cancerous cloud had encased me, keeping me from the outside world.

I am elated to be alive, to feel well.

My body had become an unpredictable alien.

The sun's glow is steadfast, even through the rain.

I only saw the gloom of rain in my grief for my immortality.

The moon glows clearer and dominates the night sky.

In the dark of night, my pillow absorbed my cries and tears.

I glide above the ground, smiling.

I saw my feet dragging, my shoulders slumped, my face drawn.

I feel strong, in body and soul.

I only sought moments of joy in my fragility amidst the sadness following the terror.

I am excited about now, trying to fit in all my joys - tennis, fishing, family and friends.

I was being dragged into the future, as I had dragged my body to the nuclear war.

I feel proud I made survival happen; I chased my ghosts; I got myself up after being trodden down.

I feared slipping through the floor, forever imprisoned in the dank cellar with the ghosts.

Tomorrow may bring joy or challenge.

Challenge may overcome.

But I can rebuild yet again.

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