Morning

I hear the rain falling.
My curtains are closed.
I hear a caw of a crow in the distance.
Small sounds can paint a vivid picture.
It makes me think of the past.

When I used to ride my bike to school.
When I heard the birds singing like they did every morning when I would go.
It takes me back.

Back to when I found out I would never fit in.
This little smart muscular kid with a temper.
I fought, I chased girls, I played, but I was quiet.
I hated to be in big groups.

I rather was alone or just with one person to get along with.
In big groups I changed and became one of them.
Or I would hide behind the silly faces I made.

This all has meaning now.
When you are ready to find this in yourself.
You will be able to face the future without fear for yourself.
You always have been what you are going to be.