it's white now, as far as I can see,
i'm quiet now,  safety from the blinding night.
There's space now (I can move), freely
up, down inward now, even left or right...

It's not that ice cold white now,
Nor that white so overwhelming,
That white that stultified my blood flow,
Left me white blinded, lost and wandering.

Nor is it that tinkly white of shattered glass,
Leaving me shock frozen unsure if I pass,
backwards given over into fear, or silently,
standing still : while shards pass through me.

Safety, finally, 
I can breathe here,
I can be heard here,
I can speak here,
I can heal here,
Within the listening gently created for me.