I can never be as
others would have
me be, for mine
is a vision and a
struggle to something
that I only half
know myself.

I cannot write the
way others write, for
this creation has been
scoured along a rough
path in time that has
led to all these words
that fall from history and
from this conscious now.

This is all the giving
and the grace that I
offer in perfection and
in imperfection, for
my vision is dim,
and my heart is true.

 

27/2/2024