That the world is spiraling, down and out.
I have been silent far too long, and feel that I must reintroduce
Myself, the world, myself to the world.
I am a recovering cynic, cynic more than recovering
A frustrated optimist, embracing truth and settling for realism.
This is not what we were told.
That the world is a storm, of light and love and fear.
Yet were not made for silence, having learned
that dragons can be slain. And having done all,
I am an optimist, frustrated
by the length of time between cynicism and love.