I confess to a bittersweet tear.

I must confess to a bittersweet tear,
one that is as intense as the summer sun,
that can burn and comfort all together.
With a sensation of a light shining, clarifying,
purifying and unfiltered by a clear sky.
It carries a pain that opens my eyes,
only to see that life is before me
and for the first time in a long time,
I truly feel.

I must confess for a bittersweet tear,
I did not see my self here,
I contemplated nothing close to this flow,
a depth so quickly unfolded.
I fear this wave of feelings, the potential untapped,
and my willingness to risk.
So steady is how I thread,
at the distance that beckons the respect deserved.

I must confess with a bittersweet tear,
I've never before felt so alive,
with just the right amount of broken,
that breaks the old crust, sheds the old skin,
cleans this battered soul,
a new chapter ready to begin.

I confess.. I'm alive again.