I am not my body-
skin falling like a dead flag
I am not cancer;
the inevitable march of God’s assassin.
I am not a son;
my mother falling away slowly.
I am not a poet;
mortal fingers ice skate across the keyboard.
I am not a friend;
the past littered with fallen relationships.
I am…
I am..
the eternal witness that is questioning these things.
Hi Ben,
I finally had a chance to check out your site. I read your pain and struggle that comes from what you’re facing. Life is full of questions that will never be answered. All we can do is find the beauty and joy in all that surrounds us, and make the best of every day. I see you look for it through your beautiful photographs. Thank you for sharing, and I hope today is a good one.
Marianne