Reborn Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A quiet garden, walled and deep,
Where secrets bloom and softly sleep.
These are my own, a hidden store,
To mend the heart and ask for more.

Not wants, but strength, a quiet grace,
To see my worth in time and space.

For months I've walked a careful line,
Where whispers tempt, and shadows twine.
Old cravings call, a siren's song,
But I stand firm, where I belong.

A glimpse allowed, a testing ground,
Where freedom's edge is safely found.

A taste of joy, a fleeting glance,
Then back I turn, a measured dance.
No yearning pulls, no darkness calls,
The wall stands strong, before it falls.

I know my path, I see the light,
And conquer cravings in the night.

The battle fought, the victory won,
A brighter sun has now begun.
My hand on heart, I truly know,
The seeds of strength I helped to sow.

The old self fades, a distant shore,
I am reborn, and ask no more.

Tor M.Solvang