Birthday

The sickly sun’s shimmering shine is blocked by bubbling broken carmel colored cloud.
Waking, wondering why the wallowing and labored living leaves me lively and loud
Do I dare dance past passed desire and destiny to raise my right hand and smile at the rain?
Or will I wait and wonder when will I be beautious and not burdened by a bumbling brain?
Today towers over until it tumbles like a ten ton hammer hitting heavily upon my head.
I’ve ignored, been illogical and ill prepared letting little things hang like lead
Today I let go.
Today at least
I’m going to rejoice
For today I was born