a new poem

Poems out of mud

We are
rough around the edges
growing
and not always sure
that we are doing it right
bumps, scrapes
stumbles, wobbles
a therapist friend is right
"life is hard,
wear a helmet"
sometimes
I don't know where
I'm being lead
most of the time
I think the times I hate being in the most
are the times
I was born for
the times
when The Bible
transforms
from the book I own with the thinnest pages
to...
a blanket
a fortress
a sword
perhaps at times
a velvet hammer
I need all of these
comfort
a place to hide
a weapon to fight with
a firm, but gentle nudge forward
I guess
we're all poems
poems coming out of the mud
getting cleaned off
cut
pasted
edited
so that we make sense
so we can share
the journey
realizing
we aren't alone
we aren't
the only ones
to stair into the darkness
and wonder
if we'll be able to come out
the other side
in one piece

by b.e. noll