Let It Come

I'm an old cynic. Once bitten, always shy. I trust people about as often as I scrub my bathtub. A fact that is disconcerting for a number of reasons. My heart is kept like a secret told to a comatose victim. I've never been the horse to bet on.

Lately I've been tainted by optimism, getting drunk on trust, and diving into shit head first. I don't say maybe anymore, just yes or no.  It's an odd color on me, but I'm getting used to it. Bring on the sunshine. I say, "Let it come."