I refuse to be the sinner
or the saint,
for I am what I am:
not from god above or fire
beneath, but of this earth
that cradles me in its unforgiving
arms, so I must survive and
find a way to think about
the act of being a live,
and this is not a hollow vessel
as preachers often muse
but a pearl of great price forming in
the lifelong gritty search for
what it all means,
not in some ancient text or mythology
but in the living, breathing now,
existing with feet on the ground
and hands outstretched to the sky,
within this being with myself and
discovering who I am and
what I shall make of this
piece of flesh that too soon
will disintegrate into
earth’s everlasting arms.

 

21/4/2025