the swamp grows.

i read hope in dark time but i still get hopeless inside. i know i'm not without hope though, it's just a feeling i have to let rise and subside, while i go back to the things that grow, like the swamp. i like to feel the swamp inside, like a green sanctuary, with a clear spring watering. i tell myself don't feel bad if you get sad, there is a lot of sadness about. but look for the things that grow on their own when you are not looking, that light up when you do.