When the Sun Comes Up

2024.07.23

Good morning that wonderful way.

Abe found something. The sun's not up yet.

Something chirping on the ground, something dying.

He pokes it with his nose, it chirps.

It's too dark to see.

It stops making noise when he stops touching it.

It'll be another ten minutes to a half an hour before I can see it.

Somethings we ought to wait to let run their course.

Let bygones be bygones, as it were.

But some bygones are still in the process of being bye, gone.

Like where I am.

My old life.

It only screeches if I poke at it.

Only bothers when I bother with it.

I stay away as much as I can.

But it's all I knew.

Starting over, is not an option I give myself.

Starting anew is where I'm at, but what does the terrain look like?

Where do I find myself?

What is life like now I survived so much?

I spent most of my life fighting for just a chance to live.

The past few years were Hell-out-loud.

After the win, now what?

What's that do to the day-to-day affairs of my life?

What are my options now?

Having won, how does that victory translate?

How am I changed and how has that changed all things?

It should matter.

Does that mean it does?

I was alone.

Does that mean nothing happened by the usual way days used to go?

Of course I'm curious.

It's my life.

I'd like to know the parameters so I can make good decisions on how to move forward.

What forward even looks like.

"Thanks, Abe. That's enough. We'll take a look at it when the sun comes up."

To a brighter day.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+