in a year of gray days
you burn brighter
than any sun -
your warmth
heals old wounds,
washing clean
the scars of a broken past
the gentle beam of your smile
turns the sorrow of the year's defeats
into victory -
I feel I'd never won,
until now.
some day
might I add up
to a portion
of the sum of my dreams,
might I find the courage
to be who I am
while realizing my potential -
or is it one or the other?
do I ask too much?
