Here i am again for the world to see. My arms spread wide exposing my heart and its vulnerability. Years have passed by without a pen in my hand. I have been through so much and still my heart would not allow pen to touch paper. I was numb and dry eyed, not knowing how to cope with loss. but now here i am with my eyes closed, and salty water flowing down my cheeks. I am thankful that my heart still beats. My skin is warm, and my veins pump life. For years i was just a souless body, cold and blue. Drowning in my own sorrows. but not anymore... Now i shall open my eyes and smile and tell my stories. I will smile because i made it through the storm. I will smile because my stories will help someone else make it through. I smile.... because my pen will never again stop writing what my heart feels.