Awaking from my slumber,
Or am I falling asleep
From where I'd been awake?

I shake off the covers,
Pulling them quickly
Like a Band-Aid,
Exposing my vulnerable body,
Heated from my next,
To the cold world
Wither her unknown day-
A mystery to yet unfold.

I rise like a sun
Shedding light through
My fingertips
As I stroke the wall.

I check my reflection
In the silver glass.
This doppelganger can't possibly be me...
I stare her down to be certain.

To the right, I slide open the closet,
Unearthing layers...
It's peculiar that we dress in things
Other than our own skin.
That we don't know what our eyes look like.
We forget;
Adding one more stranger
To the list of unrecognizable faces.

Let the light shine through the window,
Reflecting on the walls.
Pull open the blinds,
And shed some sun on your face.

Golden warmth penetrating your cheeks
As opposed to the negative energy that seeps under your skin.

Where do we begin?
And where do we continue?
How does one sort what to keep
And what to discard?

Your tired smile longs to retire,
But your heart wishes to run free
On endless fire
Warming the troubled with your essence.

You always give, even when you have little.
I admire your passion, reaching out
And wrapping like arms of fresh green branches.