One morning it is alright

something feels quite new

like a switch has been thrown

you cannot put your finger on it

you just know.

Know it is all different

like the pieces fit

as the Sun peeks through the clouds

you smile at it's gesture

it's soothing hand

you know this is it.

All that you have done

almost all of your life

you have worked so hard

for what some mutter

'Oh you write?'

Now it is that morning

the jigsaw diadems all fit

you are not as you were

trapped in yesterday

your work is in print.

No longer divided

by shall I shall I not

suddenly all things are united

you had not lost the plot.