Under the shade of a tree protecting me from the blinding sun,

You can find me watching the way the clouds run.

I get lost in thought watching the sky

drift by,

I question how I got to where I am now.

I convince myself it was the luck I made

Faster than the speed of sound.

Something simple like going out for a coffee run,

It’s the little details that are always the most fun.

As I lay on the soothingly itchy grassy plain,

I hear clatter, chatter, noise, and rowdy boys.

I hear stories,

Concerns,

Ideas,

Despair,

All of which are willfully thrown into the open air.

I’ve watched dreams come to light.

I’ve watched dreams die.

I’ve also heard the silent cries.

I’ve seen time tick tick tick tock by,

In the eyes of my mother,

In the hair of my father,

In the sound of my brother’s voice,

In the change of my sister’s toys,

In the iced vanilla latte sipped with desolation,

Mixed with 2 extra shots of mere frustration.

I wonder if they notice me the way I notice them.

I wonder how many of my stories have been heard instead.

I wonder what an impact my life has made,

Nobody really wonders that until its too late.

I want to know whom I’ve helped.

How many will remember me?

I want to be that pink cloud sailing through the sky’s endless sea.

Yet sometimes I come off as that gray cloud intruding on a warm summer’s day,

However,

I’m reminded that sometimes that too is okay.

Nehemiah 8:10 is what gets me out of bed,

Safe to say I feel no more threats.

None of my demons cling on to me any longer,

No more shame lives in my heart as I drift into a deep ponder.

Eyes closed, head bowed, like a blissful prayer

I take some time to pay my respects to the presence of my past failures.

Then a sudden smile erupts from just the thought of my odd nature.

Goosebumps, stick straight hairs, and a tingle down my spine,

All assuring me that I’m going to be more than just fine.