The sun rises on another day and warms my body as I lie in the desert alone
No sounds of birds
No call of the wild
No food to fill by empty belly
No water to drench my dehydrated soul
Alone I rest following the movement of sky as it journeys east to west
My destiny is worn its welcome and now it sits at the train station awaiting a vision of steam that will never arrive
I am stranded
Learning how to walk again but crippled in mental disease
I thought the dawn of a new day would refresh these feelings of alienation
I dreamed of a better tomorrow filled with the sugar drops of yesterday’s memories
I am in so much pain but a drop of blood not to be spilled
How do we measure life?
In moments?
In accomplishments?
In a first kiss or a last breath?
Under this roof, I am homeless. I am a vagrant in a world of impostors
With this money, I am poor. Without a voice to hold my fragile mind at ease, I am without value, without sanity, without reason, without purpose
The sun turns to clouds, clouds to rain, rain to awareness
Showering us with a warm rainfall of reminders of the realization of life
I close my eyes and learn to fly
To fly away into the night’s sky and toward the welcoming comfort of the universe’s mysteries