I caught myself the other day thinking—
how long has it been?
Healthy or unhealthy, what's the time again?
Three years? Nearly four just sitting,
on my own unflinching
Here I hope one day to say hello
To that round buttered nose that grows
such a warmth in my heart
that it spreads down to my toes
I wonder do you ever also suppose?
That the next you see me, we'll high-five
Call out in triumph that we're still alive
The world can throw all that it cares
I don't mind it, in fact I dare:
to smile despite the world outside;
to care about someone without having to pry;
to give of myself as much as I can;
it's ok by me. If you're happier than
my letters ever make me out to be
I'm trying hard, patient and free.