Arise, awake, again.

The darkest hour has come and gone.
The sharpest knife I own has pierced through my fragile heart,
wielded by my own hand.
The heart that beats with life was silent,
for a while.
Restored to life now,
it dances to its own pulse cherished only by itself.
Pain it has endured and hope it has nourished.
Use it well, I have.
Be free then, my little heart.
Unentangle yourself from the many self-inflicted threads that bind.
Fly high and soar free,
as you will.
Hear the songs that life sings and dance as you wish forever now.