New Appreciation

I used to reside alone, my branches hung low to my side. One night in the summer, a violent storm rolled in, filling the regional skies with light and booming noises. A young bird took shelter beneath my leaves. It sang a soft melody to comfort me all through the night. And although the bird has left my safehold, I now hold a new appreciation for the sunlight and the rainfall.

-A

1/15/10 (AKA Old.)

I sink into this chair that used to be my throne, and stare at the result. 68. Failure. My pride and talent fall to the floor like melting ice cream and I am hit with the reality that maybe I'm not as smart as I thought I was. So used to just understanding all concepts thrown in my direction. Finally, one has prevailed over me. Perhaps I am not alone, however. No high-fives ring out. No lighted eyes, just solemn staring faces and audible swallowing.
The day progresses. I write. I eat. I talk. I compute. I observe. I listen. I am.
Dressed in brightly colored garments as if to cast away my own dark demons of black and gray. I hand my day over. Damaged goods. Useless to me now. No turning around or fixing this mess, it is over. The wheels keep turning and I simply follow the schedule of regularity and of qualities too mundane.
-A

I don't have a title for this.

Feeling faithless from the fall,
Looking lonely lost, and hopeless,
Hanging on by what seems like just tiny thread.

Clinging closely on the cusp,
Slipping seems my sole solution,
But looking up I see I'm clutching to your chain.

I let go,
And the fear I felt forgot me.
I let go,
And the metal chain cuts me.
I looked down,
And saw my feet on solid flooring,
And now I'm glad I'm not a link upon your scam.