Like a spring bud that peaks through the ice of winter,
I catch a glimpse of what might be.
Something so long forgotten
and yet
still woven into my very being.
It flashes through my veins,
this memory of who I am meant to be.
The way I excite in a library,
how my heart widens
as new thoughts and ideas pour
into and out of me.
Life blood,
Beating still.
Can I remember how to live with that vigor?
That curiosity that drives me to more and seeks me
out of my stupor.
To remember that that which gives meaning to my breathe has not gone away.
Magic words hold magic ideas
and they come up from inside of me
and fill me once again.
To peel aside the layers and consider what is more,
to dive into the meanings
that hide behind these hearts of stone.
This world is made for more.
I've been living on the surface,
struggling to keep my head above the waters,
when all along it's the depths that give me air.