I AM

An "I AM" poem written the same day as Lunch Break

I am the hopeful fear
I wonder where summer's gone
I hear the wheels of time
I see winter's approaching breath
I want immobile legs to run
I am the hopeful fear

  I pretend it isn't coming
I feel my stomach wrenching
  I touch the hand of fate
I worry for the others
  I cry for deep repentance
I am the hopeful fear

I understand the sweetness
I say the ends not bitter
I dream of new beginnings
I try to last the harshest storm
I hope in lost forgiveness

I am torn, I am torn