One day I’ll find relief. I’ll be arrived. And I’ll be a friend to my friends who know how to be friends. One day I’ll be at peace. I’ll be enlightened. And I’ll be married with children and maybe adopt. One day I will be healed. I will gather my wounds forge the end of tragic comedy. I have been running so sweaty my whole life urgent for a finish line. I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete. One day my mind will retreat. And I’ll know god. I’ll constantly be one with her night dusk and day. One day I’ll be secure. Like the women I see on their 30th anniversaries. I have been running so sweaty my whole life urgent for a finish line. I have been missing the (this) rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete. Ever unfolding. Ever expanding. Ever adventurous. And torturous. ….but never done. One day I will speak freely. I’ll be less afraid and measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art. One day I will be faith filled. I will be trusting and spacious authentic and grounded and home. I have been running so sweaty my whole life urgent for a finish line. I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete