when my goals are thicker, my hopes
are fuller, I
know it's starting to go well again. I've
been at the bottom of
the well, but I've been dragged out and I'm
blinking in fear of the new sky, in
case it'll suddenly collapse. But I don't walk
stoop-shouldered because I have drawn a fragile
bubble of happiness around me, that I can bounce within it.
I compare to the times when I have seen
the lonely end of the universe, when
my goals were to slip out of bed and then
breathe the air, and now,
my bubble becomes a shield. I
am a warrior and a conqueror and I am
making great strides. To have seen
the well, to have been centered within it,
struggled to pull off the heavy rock
over my head, it is something of a wonder to now walk with my shield. My
hopes are a buoy to guide me. It's
going well again and my warrior
pose is standing strong.