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<\/a><\/p>\nFor some the future is a movie where they\u2019re falling
\nIn the monster\u2019s mouth only so far and then suddenly finding
\nSome unforeseen and extraordinarily unlikely method of escape.
\nFor some the future is a road rising to meet them, unfurling
\nFrom some distant destination called hope and healing.
\nFor some the future is a series of doors that appear out of nowhere
\nIn a field or on a city street and open
\nAt the slightest touch or sigh of relief.
\nFor some the future is a dark forest path winding through patient trees
\nCarrying lanterns lit with columns of light.
\nFor some the future opens like an unexpected clearing
\nOf wild flowers and honeybees that bob up and down in a pine scented sun.
\nFor some the future is an ocean tide curling around their feet
\nEnticing, inviting, filled with bits of information unclear, yet sun dappled and soft.
\nListen, I am trying to find ways to keep going. Trying to imagine
\nScenarios where the darkness isn\u2019t all there is;
\nWhere a sense of adventure and humility at not knowing
\nSomehow sustain me on my way;
\nWhere I don\u2019t need to crawl to make it, where I don\u2019t need to trudge
\nOr drown or wish I was dead. I am trying to imagine life
\nUnencumbered by the depression that has kept me locked
\nIn a box cramped with ghosts and bones.
\nI am trying to let the future be gratitude and serenity
\nFor whatever comes my way. I am trying to imagine
\nBreathing freely into the unknown as I would stepping out
\nInto a bright, spring morning. I am trying to do the one thing
\nThat if I do on the first day of the year, they say I will do all year long:
\nI am trying to dance with ghosts; I am trying to build a framework
\nAnd a bridge out of bones. I am trying to see into the darkness
\nJust far enough to believe there is a reason to believe.
\nSo there, I\u2019ve done it. I\u2019ve written another poem.
\nI\u2019ve tried honestly to tell you where I am, what it\u2019s like.
\nAnd you\u2019ve read it. Now we both get to go together
\nInto towns just waking at dawn where invisible trains
\nSound somewhere beyond distant, cloud-misted hills,
\nWhere diners that smell like coffee and toast
\nturn on \u2018Come in We\u2019re Open\u2019 signs just as we arrive.
\nWe both get to go towards a time that isn\u2019t yet
\nAnd somehow not fall into despair.
\nPlease, I am going to do one more thing
\nThat I need to do for the rest of the year:
\nHold your hand without shame because the fear
\nCan be so deafening, and the way ahead was never meant
\nTo be realized alone.<\/p>\n