Birthing

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.

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