A Change

A Change

Once a dark and evil mind,
torn and stricken, seeing but blind.
From black to white and cold to warm,
an amazing reflection now far behind.

How things change to day, from night,
safe confidence from gripping fright.
Out from the pain of dying heart,
I was delivered from fateful plight.

I woke up early in the day,
with feelings so strong I cannot say.
What they are for I do not know,
but life now feels like child’s play.

Cold of air touches not my skin,
for I am warmed from deep within.
To contentment now and happiness,
I feel almost unfairly akin.

Guy Stimpson 2006