The Awakening

About three weeks ago

I gradually got the feeling

that I was becoming myself again.

I was sensing normalcy for the first time

since January 2, when the malignant tumor

was found in my uterus,

nothing but bad news from there.

It was like I was living in a blurry dark shadow;

or this was happening to someone else.

I was just observing.

Then I awakened.

I liked being myself.

It felt right.
“Who were you before?”
“I don’t know.
I just know it wasn’t me.”
I made little goals each day

like cleaning the fridge a few shelves

at a time.

It’s been a week since I cleaned the rest of the fridge.

All I had left to do was the door.

What happened to my awakening?

I loved it so.