A spoken word poem comes on my podcast in my car.
It is the first I've ever heard
The words are few and strong
They cut me to the core, through the armor of my illness
Inspiring the first spark of emotion in months
This lightless country is suddenly visible through the fog
It pours into me like water
I can smell the fennel fields in the drizzle again
I can feel the weight of my heart again
I can hear the gasps of her sorrow tear from her throat for the first time
And everything is beautiful
The curtains pulled back
And I'm alive again.