Return

Remnants fade
as pain sets in.
Some few words to mark this transition.
A wholeness is a comfort
and gratefulness conquers fear
in the end.
I am thankful
and I do not fear.
Though I do not wish for an end
I understand one.
Sharp focus
softened 
as edges smooth through the knowing.
And the knowing is a boon
as well as a curse.
I appreciate the beauty
all the more
and can see it in its infinite forms
and not solely those most apparent.
One last, lingering thread
stretches from me
to everywhere,
a small reminder
not to be forgotten
when this feeling runs dry.