Worthy

I want to be the kind of person you would love. For whom pride could flash across your serene face.

I’m not there yet.

I’m on the way. It’s slow-going. I move forward two or three miles, only to be swept backward one.

But, I am resolute. Tethered only to my goal, pulling myself toward you along this invisible wire.

I’ll get there someday. You’ll see me and smile and open your arms.

And, we will both be home. We will both be whole.