Rays in the Dark

Good riddance to the illness.

I miss looking at an apple

and only thinking about how it would taste

as each bite crunched in my mouth.

I miss looking at an apple

and not hearing 'sixty'

echoing as if sung

by a choir of nay-sayers.

I miss not craving

fingers tracing a protruding bone

instead of my flesh and muscle.

I miss spending hours

dancing until I couldn't move

or doing sit-ups until I wasn't sure

how to breathe anymore.

Being sick gave me a new life,

but it took all the good things away.

Bright days faded quickly

just like my vision as I rose

higher and faster than the rising sun.

Now in this new world I have built

I can see the brighter side.

I can eat something

without a calculator

crunching numbers

and an invisible body

trying to pull it back out.

This is the time

that I take back my life.

Remember what it feels like

to have power

without craving the feeling

of being empty or small.

This is the time

that I prove all the voices wrong.