Poem for today - Bright Spots

BRIGHT SPOTS

I find myself

Questioning again

Who is it that I am?

Why, what and how?

Are these firing synapses

Merely random discharges?

Is there reason behind?

I see sometimes

So clearly it scares me

Then it fades to gray

And once again

I am lost to the randomness

Of this lost society

I find another bright spot

I reach for it

It is warm and comforting

It is familiar and enriching

Symbiotic in the exchange

Sometimes the brightness grows

Sometimes it moves away

Sometimes it stays

Sometimes it fades out

Tears fill my soul at each

As I realize that it is me

That fades at times

And there is another seeing

Another that crys

Then I awake from "reality"

And look up with arms outstretched

And see all the amazing bright spots

And know that they never really fade

Even when change brings pain

And it seems the light has gone

It is still there watching

We have only to look, see and feel it…