Sometimes when I awaken in the small gray light of sleep's leaving and the warmth of dawn,
I know my life as gift and blessing both now and then.
Sometimes a sight or smell or taste will bring me back to some joyous happy time and I feel my heart lift and stretch like a bird longing for the sky.
Sometimes when the day is gray and cold,
I stretch myself between sleeping and awakening to find my center in between the soft hands of sleep and consciousness.
Sometimes when we are younger,
I find awe in little things and not knowing is less important than this heart beat.
Sometimes when I view my scars,
I touch them gently and shed the tears that we have held too long.
Our hand will not raise against the flow.
Sometimes the veil between now and then falls away and I can reclaim my heart which I hid so deeply then.
Sometimes I know without doubt that I am loved and that what happened to me did not defeat me and that I will live long enough to learn to love again.
Sometimes I hear a song or sound and I am moved to tearsof sweetness for I had closed my ears so long ago
I did not think I could hear that way again.
Sometimes. comes. more often. now. because I am alive and living.
