Mist lifts its finger.
Distant light shines dimly;
Grows brighter as scales
Fall from my eyes.
I have finally found purpose.
Which has been locked away for too long.
Future turns brighter.
Despair has washed away into the sea.
Hope brings new adventures once was missing.
Our minds transcend from our vessels
To sprint across digital waves
Creating the life we really want.
April 11 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/