we have left behind that wasteland 

of days filled with emptiness and longing

for something that would never satisfy

that kept winter at out doors even when the sun was shining 

we are left searching for a foothold in a world

that is bright with all the emotions of a rainbow

my mind is a universe of its own

hiding tears in one part and hope in another

I take my own hand hoping not to lead myself astray

and walk warily on this road filled with potholes

finding gratitude in the simple elegance

of a blade of grass bending to the wind

we must invent a new dance

one that has colourful costumes

not those drab rags we used to wear

step forward carrying the innocence of a new day

and the wariness of an old woman 

there is a space in this world

waiting for us to move into and claim as our own