Hope...

"We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope."

Martin Luther King, Jr.

my new goal is to find myself,

I think it will take longer than I think,

I'm gonna have to climb mountains,

swim rivers, and cross wastelands,

but I'll make it,

I'll make it eventually.

I have hope.

I'm confused by the differences.

Confusion is something that I'm taught to love, 

but actually don't enjoy very much.

Life is odd in the that way. That every couple of months 

I find myself swimming in the blackest of water, 

only looking for the ladder where I can climb out on the lighter side.

I hear whispers in my head all the time. 

I pray for comfort and the ability to separate and connect, 

but I can never separate the different voices.

God's? The devil's. Mine?

I pray for comfort and the ability to separate and connect.

If you put enough pressure for the right amount of time on a piece of coal

it will eventually turn into a diamond, but too much can destroy it.

Well I think the timer went off about a week ago, and I'm starting to crack.

If you could please remove the weight from me I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks, 

J. Nemo