On recovery.

[boxofjain]

This accidental war I've fought for you
Has left its mark--evidence of victory

I haven't seen the colors in you
Since I went away

You may have been angry
I left without much said

I want you to know I didn't mean
To abandon you for dead.

A phoenix, incidental
I'd call you in my mind

Watching, waiting for the  moment
I could be more honest to you.

You've risen from your filthy ash
With stoic, graceful stride

I'm just relieved you weren't ruined
By things I chose to hide.