What is it about watching the night sky
turn to dawn during my morning commute
that makes my heart feel lighter?
What is it about the possibility
of new romantic love that pulls me
from the dark void I let consume my being?
What is it about the first bloom of
Spring wildflowers that brings a spark
to my otherwise grey existence?
I learned to find god in the small places,
relegated him as a fairweather friend,
for he was never there in the big ways
when I called out to him in the darkness.
You can’t trust everyone with your life
no matter how much you want to believe
in them. And I was done loving with
my eyes closed and my heart open.