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.