i am coming out of my depression and into myself

it is not a temporary thing. i feel the sands changing. i feel the poet in my heart once more.

i feel the kindling of heart fire, of life.

i only pray that i lose my expectations, that my desire doesn't drive them from me.

that my hopes are met at the door and if they are not, that i am not bitter.

i want to be a good human and not crazy. i want to be a good creature and find strength in numbers.


i am aware that i can't always get what i want....i am not so selfish that i don't see....

i might just be making it worse and driving the thing i want so much from me.

i am not foolish.