I stir to consciousness with the sun in my face beating hard. All is light and I cannot pin down the source. A purpose swells in me… a fragile one, but a strong one nonetheless. I feel the high white clouds of mania inside me, but I harbour no delusion.
I stand on the platform again
a chance in a million-
or a bullet swiftly dodged?
a man of conscience
or just a simple coward?
My eyes begin to adjust to the light. I feel my body slip back into comfort. I sigh and find my center. I stand firmly on the ground clutching the answer to my question.
