Witnessing
the birth of the sun
each morning,
its beautiful crisp
with its
almighty
golden presence
caressing,
not just my face,
but
my soul
as well.
Lighting,
not just my dark eyes,
but fueling
the little light
that still is dimming
in this
dark mind of mine.
Allowing me
to have just a small taste
of
self-peace,
self-assurance,
just allowing me
to feel alive
for just a
brief second.
And as the sun is
caressing me,
if I close my eyes,
I can feel,
I can hear,
its roar in the sky;
but instead of
being frightened,
peace and serenity
rushes through
every single fiber
of my
existence.
That peace
that assures me
that I'm still alive,
even
when I think
that
I'm dead.
Peace.