I feel weight on my body,
But my mind is awake and waiting.
I feel hope.
Small, but it grows and makes each step lighter—
Like I’m lighting a fire
And searching for the spark that’s starts a flame—
I will wait.
I don’t want to sink into this feeling I have —
I want to bring the present to my past.
I’ve lived in the past long enough that it’s touched
The parts of me living in the now—
Not then, not at the end, but give me a beginning I can touch.
I want to feel loved.