Back to my Senses
When I was born
I was given a heart
Not eyes, ears, or hands
to start.
When I was five
I was given hands
to touch and feel
my simple toy pots and pans
When I was thirteen
I was given eyes
and began to see the world
in all of its lies.
When I was fifteen
I was given ears
to witness and hear
all of my fears.
When I was nineteen
I was given a brain
to think with logic
and defend myself with bane.
When I was twenty
I was hardened and cold.
I did not use my gifts
because life was just too bold.
It wasn't until I found
someone so true,
someone who reminded me
that skies could be blue.
He has returned my heart and filled it with air,
he has returned my hands and softened their lines.
He has returned my eyes and opened them with light,
he has returned my ears and played musical rhymes.
He has returned my brain and expanded my mind,
to be accepting of all and remain tolerant and kind.
I am balanced and calm, I am strong and true.
Love breeds love where hate cannot pass through.