Every morning I choose... whether or not to live.
My bed, its warmth and comfort hold me safe.
Out there, what the day holds is an unknown to me.
And I am scared of what it will bring.
Of what life will bring.
Each getting out of bed is a birthing,
A saying yes to life
A trusting that life is there for me,
That life supports me
Each arising is a new birth
A new way of looking at life
A new way of seeing myself in my life,
And feeling supported.
Each day holds a new life
One that reflects my new-born knowledge
That I have value.
I am welcomed and loved.
I am alive.