Morning smiles eyes shut under beams
Of light, rays trespassing boundaries
Of my abode slinking through windows
To embrace, envelop me in warmth.
What it used to be like being me before I
Became a different version of who I was
Leaving a child in the past evolving through
An infinite succession of present moments
An adult, perennially mutating to reinforce
Remould, the foundations that supported me
Through it all, as I looked towards a future
Of endless possibilities and very little certainties.
Now, with each dawn I awake solely with hope,
Of being me, a mixture of curiosity and modesty
Of kindness and regard for the world outside of me,
Endeavouring to improve forbidding it to change me,
Constantly fixing bugs updating versions
To my satisfaction toying with spirit,
Teasing and challenging it to see the beauty
Of the woman in the mirror smiling back at me,
Irradiating a peculiar light, glorious pride,
Until finally even future becomes past, presents
Are forgotten, time loses purpose, for existence
Transcends it and I won’t, shy away from moving on
To new horizons.
[Featured artwork: Unknown title by Bruce Rolff]