My heart is full of hope in the most tragic of times

When all around is anger

and violence.

I know these old opponents,

But I don’t honor them now.

I see possibility, necessity and responsibility

with an adult child’s fear

that everyone will see me as I am.

I am grateful for the child

and hopeful of the adult.

I have been gone, inside myself

for such a long time.

It is good to be walking towards the front

eager to come home.