With every crisis
there comes an opportunity
to heal.
For every crisis
of maturity,
of love,
of longing,
of resistance - persistence.
The worst would be
to melt into obscurity,
if I were
no longer known
to you
or to myself.
I don't want to be the man
running from the gravity
of a memory -
a vague knowing
that I
could have had it all.
And equally,
I do not want to be the man
who, behind closed doors, evaporates
to his family;
who looks at his own
and thinks,
where am I in all of this?
Sucked in and sucked at
by greater forces
because I refuse to understand
them; the brain lingers there,
its better powers
drawn away by a dim blinking light.
All I want
is to grow into a better man for you.
Better and better, a good man.
All I want is to smile when I'm blue.
With every crisis -
but there is no crisis!
And all I want is you.
