My heart is full of hope in the most tragic of times
When all around is anger
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.