I woke up again.

Beneath the crisp fall sun, a winter breeze bites,
Yet, I find solace in the leaves' rhythmic crunch.
Life's pain lingers but momentarily retreats,
As I embrace the moment, savoring the day's hunch.

The laughter of the young, pure and untamed,
Resonates, drowning the echoes of my strife.
Awakening, once more, to this simple truth,
I'm here, a survivor in the theater of life.

The birds, less vocal in their seasonal prep,
A symphony of industry, once mine to share.
Stripped away suddenly by violent confusion,
Now, a mere observer, navigating with care.

Yet, amid the struggle to tread the street,
I still sense, deeply, the warmth of the sun.
A survivor's anthem, in the quietude of the birds,
A testament to feeling, even when life is undone.