The blur is beginning to fade
The gray has turned a brighter shade
The black is no longer black
I’m starting to get myself back.
I am remembering how to smile
If only for a little while
I still look in the mirror and hate what I see
That part will come, hopefully
Things don’t bother me as they once did
I just hope I’m not keeping them hid
It is a scary ride on the way back to normal
I’ll take it slow and try not to be forceful
Please pray for me on by journey back
So I never have to see that awful color black.
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