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.