Hopeful

A moment excites me, the other takes me low,
I fly high in the blink of an eye, and the very next am down below.
I surrender to the Almighty’s will very often,
Very often I dream to conquer all with rage,
Years ago, I thought it to be a matter of age.

Transitions with time the mind has undergone,
I yet rest divided; to be grounded or get on my heals to be on a roll.
Thoughts infused deep in my soul,
Disturb and part me from being whole.

I hammered myself a hundred times,
Seeking right steps, for the trodden path,
Where,
I discovered two spirits resting in me,
Both trying to separate me 180 degrees apart.

An inner intelligence holds me together,
I bow down to which, now and later.
A spark of hope that enlightens my being,
Someday I shall walk undivided with exuberance and faith, in full swing!