Today I am tired and I am in pain, but I am determined to write. I am determined to create something good. I am determined to be the king of my mood. So here is my first attempt at poetry in years:

I am crushed, but I am not dust

I am tossed aside but I am not Forgotten

I am desperately pleading, but I am not unheard.

I am gasping for air but I am still breathing.

I am not defeated.

The wind might tumble me around

The rain might drench my socks

That’s how seeds turn into flowers

Hope is alive in the hopeless night.