To Be Human


are my words worthless?
are my writings meaningless?
is my voice insignificant?
do my actions have any value, any real effect?

what am i doing here
and why am i doing it?

it’s not about God’s answers anymore.
it’s about me making peace
with this moment,
with this not knowing,
with all this repetition day in and day out;
all this discord and misunderstanding,
all this attachment and fear and
strikingly vulnerable loneliness
of my humanness.

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