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

This post has 2 Comments

  1. Ruthie on September 8, 2004 at 10:05 pm Reply

    Hi, Just randomly reading your blog – searching for people with an interest in Quakers and you came up. You have some interesting thoughts! I like, muchly 🙂

    I like this poem tons – do you mind if I share it with some other people on a web forum I’m part of?

    Ruthie

  2. 1dayin7 on February 4, 2005 at 3:09 pm Reply

    I’m not OK,
    You’re not OK,
    it’s OK…?

    Peace

    k

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