Nourishment

The more I thought about my life, 
the clearer I saw it was not enough. 
Something was missing, far out of my reach. 
The prospect of starting a normal life, 
of slowly forgetting my burning heart, 
became a cosmic death sentence. 
My parents, Louise, the world at large — 
no one would understand me until 
I put my soul into words on a page. 
Starting a family with a good woman 
was a good dream in its own right. 
That dream, however satisfying, 
was still too ordinary for me.