Moment of transition

On a gloomy day which grey clouds conceal matters overhead,

the moment of change arrives as sunlight is let through once again.

This gaseous, glowing sphere doesn't expose itself all at once,
but like a girl that timidly sweeps open the shower curtain as she exposes herself,
its rays are leashed out in a crescendo of these earthly delights,
so to preserve and prolong the high impact of the glimmering.

I've made my first step,
I hope this would be a revelation,
a chance to rise out from the mess I've left in our past.

I'm learning to stand and walk on my own two feet again,
with utter impatience though,
as I consider my disadvantaged condition.