i awoke to find my hours
still at bay waiting for myself
to catch up as i ran to
lose the fear i knew awaited
should i not endure some pain to
soften the blows that followed

endurance came more out of
necessity than some personal triumph
i could no more attribute to myself
than my own salvation

light comes with the morning filled with
things so sweet, tranquil, mundane as to
hardly be poetry
but a donut cannot lie
and a burrito brings you the same joy
no matter what the flavor or the cost if its
been a year since one touched your lips

lying jetlagged on the floor i look back on
six months of answered prayer for courage
through the one thing i lack the strength and
pride is nowhere around as i held you in my
arms and you refused sleep in the way i refused to
give up hope
and you humbled me