The most profound moment in understanding
why I wake up and keep going, day after day,
arrives like a shattered dream splinting
in waves across rainbowless clouds.

This horrifying nausea is a blessing,
because I see passion arrives swiftly
from screaming "NO" as loud as I can
and following that claim with action.

I may never feel right with the world
and that may be the only reason
I manage to wake up each day.