Under the Rainbow is where I feel.

Maybe it's my place. I don't like to think that way. I really don't believe that. But I look up and see the beautiful sky. The air has been cleansed by and earlier rain. The sun shining brightly and there it is. I looks so big and beautiful. Gorgeous above me. All the colors, separate but one. all together. Can I get to it? Most of the time it seems out of reach. Is it truly spectacular as it looks?

At times I think I have found it. I feel the rush of the colors hitting me. I am one, I am part. then it is gone.

So it is in life. Once I drove through the end of a rainbow. I'll never forget the awesome colors and sparkling around me. Just as quickly it was gone. I try to be like others. Not to be them, just be part. Be A part of what is going on. I don't seem to have a color to fit. Maybe that is just it.

I don't feel above, it's not my place. Maybe I am one, just under the rainbow. Like it has been said, it's my lot in life. It's not a lot, but it's my life.

I want to give everyone a chance. I want to hear and believe them. Give them the benefit of the doubt. Too often, I am waiting. Too often, I'm not called. Too often I get hurt. But it's what I do. I don't know how not to be there. I don't know how not to care.

But maybe, I'm just under the rainbow.