Thursday, June 17, 2004

Human

Human

We want so much to be OKAY,
but part of being human beings is being desperately

Unwell.

Part of being human is emptiness is confusion
Part of being human feels disconnected.

Being human in the modern world,
We want to be fixed,
To be whole,
To spackle over the flaws and gashes,
To facelift it,
tuck it,
liposuck it.

but we war not against flesh and blood

We have to live with it.
Although it feels like stacks of jagged bricks
Cascading on my head, pummeling my body,
Bloodying me…it will pass.

Yes,
The pain will
lessen,
will dull.

These shadows have become part of what makes me
Beautiful,
Noble,
Authentic.

Some wounds do not heal
Or if they do,
they leave behind their
Beauty Marks,
gnarling our souls,
making us human to each other