I sometimes wish
I could simply light my
life on fire...a bursting,
roaring eruption of power.

I search for strength and
opportunity, naturally. But
it doesn't feel like enough
anymore. Not for me.

Maybe it's depression, they
say. It's a phase, a bad day,
a road bump in the path.
But what if it's not?

What if it's perpetual?
A continuing state of on
and off...slowing coming and
going from emotion to emotion.

I guess, in a way, that's
life, right? Uncertainty.  
Madness. Destruction and then
rebuilding from what once was.