if –
i were to pull together the frayed edges of my can’t –
seam the span between my want,
and my am –
if somehow i could find a way to renegotiate the is…

circles – sometimes we walk –
thinking with each rotation we may actually find an exit –
overlooked,
hidden,
unavailable as passage through doors without locks.
and yet,
in our hands –
so many keys.

if –
even for just one moment in time –
the uncertainty of could replaced with can,
the regret of should –
erased by the possibility of become.

to rise above the valley of doubt –
soar –
with wings like eagles –
over deserts of despair –
and there –
upon that lofty height –

encounter purpose.

how must it feel –
content?
to wake with the rising sun –
no distraction of clouds –
no threat of rain.

to walk with confidence the path of our will be –
unafraid –
no longer held captive by chains of unsure –
secure – beneath the armor of trust –
faith – our sword –
regardless the battle –
the war,
already won!