Impurities

We live with our impurities

Confined by them, defined by them

And tell ourselves that we have been refined by them

and make our peace with impurities

and learn to make them a part of us: apart from us.

 

We live in our impurities

Confined by them, defined by them

smogs of dark and vile clouds keep clotting ’round our tired souls

but never rains, although we rain

we just learn to live somehow

and emerge from the other end

More impure, and more ourselves.

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.