silly child

Spring is coming.

it's almost here.

How is it that I've felt it in my spirit for some time now?

I feel like a silly child so often. I know what this life is like. I've had a fair amount of ugly. I'm certainly not deluded.

Yet I still believe in all things good.

Soft.
Kind.
Sweet.
Beautiful.
Pure.
Possible.

Sometimes, the gap between the two tears at me.
Often, in fact.

But...

Believe, I do.

I hope for all things wonderful.

I believe in their possibility.

And I feel silly.

Still...it's me.