Ready for some vulnerability?
While I’ve written my whole life, I’ve never written poetry. But the other night, I was thinking about our identities, and how they change over time, and how sometimes we just want stability. So I wrote a poem about that craving for constancy.
I’m a beginner at this, and I’m terrified to put my scratchings on display. But here’s to change, and openings, and being something less than stone.
We’re all murky
We try to wash the mud away
Try to find clear skin beneath
But we only make a mess
We want stone
But we’re earth at best
We collapse
We rise
We shift
We slide
When are we at rest?
When do we
Calcify
Petrify
Solidify
Leave this mud behind?
We want stone
But thank God we’re earth
We’re earth, and alive
Mutable
Fickle
Fertile
We dig into ourselves
Plant
Water
Wait
And grow