What do I believe in?
A fair enough question —
and still, I’m unsure.
Believing in me?
Not lately, not fully,
not like before.
But I do believe in mornings,
in getting through somehow,
in offering a smile
to whoever needs one now.
Am I good at that?
I’m not convinced.
Not this year,
or the last —
maybe not since.
I believe in justice,
in voices being free,
in reaching for the distant things
that never reach for me.
So what do I believe in?
More than I’ve confessed —
not hatred,
not profiling,
not anger in the chest,
not wishing harm on anyone
just trying to do their best.
And still the question lingers:
Do I believe in me?
I can’t quite say.
I’ll wait, and see.