Truly Alive

This

Visceral grief of mine, 

Was dissolved

In the fathoms

Of your oceanic love,

Just

The way

Are balmed, 

These shivering slender palms

In the biting Oslo cold,

When wrapped up

In a cushy woollen glove.

And, 

I forgot

To bother, 

Whether

The sun had risen today

Or

Have the lily buds

Bloomed

In my backyard.

I, 

Sense a change

Of not losing my sanity, 

In the trap of the demons, 

Who plagued my mind

For eons together.

And crippled my thoughts, 

Stole my peace, 

And my surreal ecstacy.

Finally, 

I am free, 

Unfettered and breathing.

Yes!

I am truly alive.