taking a breath
i inhale the ending of another day
thinking i've accomplished a lot
assuming i've shown love where needed
i still feel
           unfulfilled

this unsettling in me
is waring

i've grown bored with
   self medication

i've become unscathed
by the obvious reaching out
   from others

there's still too much hurt
not only my soul
but the soul of so many living beings

   too much hatred
    too much cruelty
the unending suffering
   is exhausting

i accept i am not a savior
i get i haven't the power
to rescue all
   but give me some hope
   show me some progression
                  of goodness
offer me that the majority
   are kind

do that
and the passing of days won't seem so dire

do that
and i'll gain the strength
   to continue on
facing another day
with the promise
of a better tomorrow.