I miss the sky.
When the darkness would descend, I was never scared.
I loved and welcomed it as a part of my salvation.
I miss the ice.
The danger it brought and the conquering feeling of walking over it.
The way things glistened and sparkled.
I see more now.
The world is different to me.
I will never walk around with closed eyes again.
I know more now.
I have been touched with diversity.
There is no unknowing to be had here and I am grateful.
Yet, I still miss the sky.
It sparked something in me.
The sight of it still does.
I am changed now.
I feel continual strength rising inside me,
As fears subside.