from where i wanted to be.
the let down,
until i realized this:
it's taken me so long to be me.
through angry phone calls in the night,
when i whisper to myself 'what is this life, what is this life?'.
in the deep receede,
where only I am
and only i can feel the Breeze.
a taste of Comfort,
a subtle warming of the heart
where all i want is thwarted and
all i need is Found.
(if there is but one thing
left for me to fear
it is in the knowing
what is right and pure and true
and doing nothing.)