I am ready...

When I arrive,
thirsting'
starved for its welcome
I know I'll be met,
accepted,
loved for who I am.

A dream,
now in past tense,
will become my reality,
as does my once
long spent reality, end,
as a passing dream.

This new beginning,
fresh,
clear too me,
filled with meaning,
starts,
as if has always been.

Death, destruction, pain,
all bad memories,
stripped from me
as though never had happened.

Hurt, sadness, insecurity,
all things negative,
taken from my body.

All of this,
now,
replaced
by something beautiful...