A Poet's Prayer
Where there is laughter, let me bring a punchline. Where there is colour, let me bring the taste of blue. Were there is certainty, let me bring nuance. Where there is strife, let me bring alternative opinions. Where there is hatred, let me bring questions and questions and yet more questions. Where there is power, let me bring a kick in the shins. Let me do these things even as my knees shake and my voice cracks thin. Where there is confusion, let me bring ridiculous images. Where there is anger, let me bring focus and a target. Where there is an empty heart, let me bring something to put in it. Where there is boredom, let me bring the acceptance of absurdity. Where there is grey, let me bring shades. Let me do these things even as I turn to fate and tell it to wait its turn. Where there is death, let me bring memories. Where there is injustice, let me bring a microscope and tweezers. Where there is a table, let me bring elbows. Where there is fear, let me bring a couch ...