Who am I?

Some days I feel like a hypocrite, without a purpose.

A rebel at a peace conference. A teacher in an empty room.

A wanna be spirit without a womb.

An idea without a purpose.

A dissatisfied customer of the happy store.

An unwanted stranger outside tomorrow’s door.

A dreamer who awakes too soon from a sweet dream.

That which created me still is there.

I am finding more and more solace in the fresh air of every day, and the continued ability to be in this world, to love in this world, and to be a tiny part of this world.

My faith in a creator is being renewed within my heart.

I see with crystal clarity how I personally should believe. Not as all people believe, perhaps not how any believe. It doesn’t matter because it is how I believe.

It’s encouraging to find a spark which I thought had gone out, has not been extinguished.

Perhaps it was just hiding and biding it’s time waiting for me to rediscover it, and by gently fanning it, bring back its glow and it’s warmth.