I Will Fight

On some days I wonder why

the clouds are dark with rain.

On some other days I wonder why,

the sun is shining so bright with no rain.

On other days I accept both sides,

of the world being painted in both ways, for each side.

At the end of the day, what is my

perspective?

How can I make myself be introspective?

Is my perspective shaped by my life?

Does how I feel matter, or is it an excuse to waste time?

Each moment that goes by, and the pendulum swings, is another moment gained?

Or is another moment missing?

Because,

just what if.

Just what if I chose to be strong and always be bold;

forgetting the worlds colorful scenery, and my experiences from days

ago?

And leaning into each moment that

goes by? Forgetting my past experiences; becoming a child inside.

Then, even then, I have a chance to make it.

Then, and then, do I open the gift called "present."

A beautiful day can, actually, be every day, that moment I accept the rainbow, just for today!

So, why do I focus on dark and heavy grey clouds when its beginning to rain?

Instead of focusing on the constant red, blood flowing in my veins?

My blood in my body, and my heart growing heavy, will always be a sign

that I am alive within my body.

My heart and my blood will always be a beautiful,

lush red;

its the life-source that keeps me alive until the dead.

Until the dead I will see sunshine once again; even if that sunshine must be a hospital bed.

A hospital bed will be my throne; a hospital bed will make me bold.

Although my skin is much whiter than before,

I will be happy for another day that my feet hit that cold floor