Gifts of my soul
bless yourself upon me.
Through the long, narrow tunnel
I have trenched
I am ready to receive.
You have given your gifts before
and I claimed them
as my own.
My walls are crumbling.
My heart shoots blood
past my thin skin
My breath forms morning dew
The moon enters my eyes
and sees through them.
My aloneness is the world's pain
My empathy, its joy
My indulgences
the wants of all children
My steadfastness
the bricks of existence
shattering.
My soul, I see
it is not me, anyway
so lavish your gifts
and I will gladly share.
