Are these the words I want to leave behind?
An imprint of the world on me, myself on the world.
I’m just trying to be ok,
To do something that means something,
But on every side I am crushed by doubt.
I tried poem as prayer,
Hoping that maybe then this would be more
Than just a selfish child screaming at the sky.
I wanted to imitate the music
Which walked with me through the dark.
Perhaps I could do the same for others;
Be the one who says, “You’re not alone.”
I thought there was beauty even in brokenness
Like the one star in a black sky.
Maybe I am wrong
Like so many other times
When I tried to do something right.
Are these the words of a blessing or a curse?
Whatever I’m doing, I have to write.
I have a schedule which cannot wait
For me to sort it out-
I learn these things.