"And, Yet"

More than today
and more than yesterday
—though I know
    nothing of tomorrow—
I learn more
and understand more
of the world.

And more than ever,
I feel my patience
run dryer
      than desert rivers
because
it is
so
unbelievable
                   to me.
                   Really.

And more than I can remember,
I feel disappointment
  accompany the blood
  in my veins
as bits of resentment
     pile up
     in my
     head.

Yet, more than today
and most definitely
more than yesterday
—even if I can't
    tell the stories of tomorrow—
I feel for the
  world and all
  its people
more than I
feel for myself.

Because where my
patience runs dry,
a downpour of
understanding
drenches my soul.

Because where my
disappointment
flows, my heart
pumps out
visions
of hope
and possibility.


--; April 9th, 2014

I guess I was just disappointed because of everything I was realizing...I don't really know. Period four on the 9th was a weird day.