But, I Live

I live scared.   But, I live.

I blink and so lose fractions of vision.  Yet, I see.

I hold my breath.  And still, I require fresh air.

I am loud.  Oh but how I yearn for my silence.

I can’t believe it!  Oh, though!  I am a believer!

I age.   But there is no doubt  I feel the excitement of youth.

I inquire.  Though some answers I can give.

I smile.  Even when I cry.

I anger.  Though joy rules my life.

I shake my head in disbelief.  Nevertheless, I am in awe and live in the wonder of acceptance.

Still me.

Different sides of the same mirror.