Morning

Morning 

It’s a beautiful morning, 

In its glory, 

Another day, 

Another story, 

A priceless gift, 

I exist, 

As I go forward to explore, 

Watching as the story unfolds in front of me, 

Capturing every minute is so precious, 

To forge new memories, 

In a state of empathy as I understand the man I used to be, 

The man who lost identity, 

Free now to walk this world unconditionally, 

Unchained from demands of yesterday, 

Set free, 

To be what I want to be, 

Off I go prepared to re-enter the game let the pages be written, 

Let the chapter begin, 

As I stumble through the valley to my destiny’s end