The Struggle

December 1994, updated June 5, 2003

The seeds of desperation thaw
from the freeze of winter
to awaken inside me the frondescence
that will flourish into hope.
In all I do, I fear the nature unfolding,
struggling over the barren
landscape of my mind.
Ever, I am dreadful
of the usual, inevitable detachment.
Desire is consumed by fear
of all the tricks I play on myself.
Once again, I find the only person
left inside myself is me.
The others leave again, neglecting,
parting, dismantling the feelings
I once thought were without end.
It is here
where winter thaws,
that tears grow
in a moment
of slight incidence.
I'm not yet
ready to go
into the world
alone, again.