Why in this space, why in this place,
Every day, mostly, begins with a teaspoon of dread,
Bitter taste, I expect, frozen, paused, not wanting to begin, eyes closed tight,
Heart, mind, racing, images flash through in quick secession,
How to get through, how to go through these moments to begin the day?
Especially when I’m alone, it’s hard to see in those moments, the path, where my steps will lead,
It’s in these moments that I resolve to have faith, but in what? I call it God, pray to a god, to help me take those steps,
“…Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive others…”
First steps of the day the hardest, taking that first sip the most difficult, even fleeting sleep fads quickly away,
All the same I resolve with just a teaspoon of faith, to go forward, forward,
Resolve to do at least a little, at least my best, only my best I can do,
Words coming, spilling through me,
Resolve to do and share and be me,
Just me, just for the next hour even, just for another day, once again I find,
A little faith, and I go forward, again.