I have had some deep thoughts lately. Here is a piece of my soul.
“I sometimes worry about the future.
On what wounds bare open or time will suture.
Will mine be a brief rush of glass and sand?
Or the slow tick of a soothing hand?
It is not my place to know what will come.
Nor to know from where I’ll return from.
Be it earth or something more divine.
I may only accept the fate that’s mine.