Imagination

In the moments my vision returned,
I was weary.

I had reclaimed my sovereignty,
Moments before,
Through raw determination and persistence.

I climbed the stairs,
Looked into my future bedroom,
And felt love.

I collapsed onto the future guest bed,
Exhausted,
But not too tired to document.

Every piece of writing
Is a love letter across time,
To the souls I can feel but cannot yet see.

May I never again be so contained
That I fear my own guiding glimpses
Into brighter futures.