how things always get worse
(to the point of unreality)
before they get good.
and then they get really really good.

about you, on the other side of this bright screen
on the other side of my world,
looking for a part of me to grab
examine,
measure,
keep/trash.

that I am someone's daughter.

that I was born with a heart
and should have been working all along
on getting it to run like one.

that I can't expect different:
outcomes
if I don't change:
intakes.

that true happiness disregards luck.

how all along I waited for purpose
when the key to fulfillment is
filling.

nothing is permanent.
and playing make believe with forever
is no way to live
today.