The sun beams down upon me: he is happy with me today. Sometimes he is disappointed, other times he may be sorely dismayed.
But I can tell from his loving warmth which spreads upon my complexion that today he is pleased with me, and the steps I am undertaking in my life to cause positive action.
I am able to draw upon experiences which, though once painful and caused such internal suffering, can now be turned into something positive, as though to say,
“Look where I came from, and where I have been,”
then the comparison of what is fruitful and kind, and what I have become, why, I’ve become myself again: from previous terrors there is no need to run and hide.
The illness, the illnesses, the secondary causes, the uncontrollable sense of living, it was in no way assured.
I lived flighty, in soaring delusional heights, I didn’t know what I was doing, only wished for worlds to explore and as I crashed and burned many a-time, faux pas and mental instability a-plenty, I wonder now, how it is that I am still here, alive, writing line upon line.
But I have healed from the brokenness, the fragility, the shattered scenes, and here I am, living freely and openly breathing.
I am here, and I will take each opportunity as wholly mine, there is no need, no reasoning, to falter again, or trip down the line.
The sun twinkles in the corner of my eye, I think I see him wink. I now know for certain that he is inextricably pleased.
