Not so far removed from the innocence of sleep
I am a slate no one has written on yet.
Haven’t had to shrug on the day’s armor
and the depths of heart from which tears spring
bubble dangerously close underneath my eyes.
I am newly born, delivered from sheets and dreams
and with my eyes wide open, still everything
looks like a possibility.
Drink deep and hold on
The shining times will get you through the desert.