Every day
the sun
rises
upon me.
I may
not see it.
But it is
always
there.
Lifting
my face
to the sun
I am
blessed
by the
warmth
and light.
Every life
has a
beginning.
Most beginnings
are
small.
Mine was.
I grow.
Hopefully
bloom.
I am
different....
and
similar.
Sometimes
I
celebrate
with friends.
Party time!
I do stuff with others. 
Life can be a buzz. 
Sometimes I am very busy just trying to scratch out a living.
In my busy life something makes me stop and look up from the crowd.
I briefly see the beauty and the colour around me.
I wonder. 
What I thought was so sure somehow seems transparent, thin, temporary.
My friends don't seem to notice.
The small things have less importance and more joy.
I'm ready to see things in a new light. I'm ready to appreciate new hues.
Things still sometimes eat me and leave a mess.
But I can look in the mirror without shame.
I can create things and share the love. 
I am free. And because of that others can be free.
Free to try something new perhaps.
Life is sometimes hopeful.
Sometimes I want to scream.
