I was born as me and it is who I remain to be.
I have strayed from myself, it has been my disorder on occasion. My life outside myself, a flutter of moments, at time of disservice to the people I love and care for. Our friendly fire.
The fledgling flies.
Sings farewell. Smiling.
No worse for wear.
I fare well, I am happy with myself when I am close by and dwell not in the thought. Observing, playfully.
Stronger and reconnected by love never ending connections that uplift me.
As myself, with the love within and that I have experienced.
It is the mindfulness of this, this moment of joy. Still life.
In the stillness of being myself.
(I love you).
Healthy, spirited, I am happy with myself.