There have been times when this angst within
surpassed all the reasons to continue being
There have been times when this angst within
killed all the hopes of seeing better in anything
There have been times when this angst within
polished people’s vices more than their virtues.
There have been times when this angst within
made my worth seem invisible among all things.
There have been times this angst within
dismissed all the possibilities of starting afresh.
Yet somewhere deep down, there’s a calling,
a sense that my life is much more beyond me.
Yet somewhere deep down, there’s a hope that
things don’t have to continue being how they are.
Yet somewhere deep down, there’s a need
for connecting, creating, loving, and belonging.
Yet somewhere deep down, there’s gratitude
for the journey I’ve mapped, despite the difficulties.
Yet somewhere deep down, there’s gratitude
to today for letting me be, just letting me be.