I'm stripping down.
Finding myself among the shambles of broken eloquence.
Realizing that what they want to hear isn't always what I want to say.
Discovering my convictions amidst the wreck of assumed beliefs.
Declaring originality and praying fervently I'll find it.
Stripping down to me
and God
and people
and life
and learning that a good day, and a hard day,
is when I decide to love what is right and beautiful.
I'm painfully aware that waiting is tough
hard
sometimes impossible,
but am prepared to grit my teeth and do it.
Wait, I mean,
For whatever the next hour
day
month
year
are holding for me.