the greeting whisper of your first breath should entice those that remain to taste as beautiful as that first bite into your favourite pudding; the wonder and awe should whisk you off your feet. floating not walking, mornings should be filled with the tingling excitement of promise at the joy of a new day. nothing but a smile should appear at the sound of your alarm, as you rise with care to greet a new day filled with gentleness. an oath you made at birth to savour each moment and the aptitude to find pleasure in the mundane, for each second is a decisive fragment that makes you whole. the sting of crisp winter air acts as mouthwash for the mind, repelling stagnancy in all its forms. the exaltation on the faces of your mother upon your summit, heralding an indispensable blessing into the world. to be hard on ourselves is to betray the euphoria you emitted and detract from the golden hue your existence brought to that hospital room. you are the sky, vast in its make up and forever present. the weather that sits below and surrounds is temporary, and does not serve to define nor does it perpetually exist. it must be tempered and weathered with rage, as it moves in different forms to disrupt, torment and damage. but it is without doubt that clearance, whilst gradual, is guaranteed. and so in time, you are reminded of your unmistakable aura that immersed all around upon your birth. during nights that do not treat you well, know the brown tinge in your skin is human and immeasurable. and even when maliciously obscured and othered, you will always be triumphant in your existence.
cry, reptilian!
A thousand seasons anew
upon your rebirth.
