What I’m Gonna Do

I will raise my head, open my eyes, and acknowledge the hand of Providence. I will resist the easy, inevitable sinking. I will crawl out of the quicksand. I will attempt the unlikely, which now seems impossible. I will walk through doors that currently are closed, but in the right time will be opened to me. I will live with foolish hope and die with my hand at the plow. I will attempt to be, to seize, to claim, to grow, to know, and to share.