→ Jan 2012 "And if it’s life you want
Please remember this one.
Nothing ever promised tomorrow,
But my fingers aren’t tied behind my back.
And, you should know that through it all
They were never crossed.
I tried to tell you
How my being was different,
Meant to blaze.
I never knew my body
Was made of the driest wood,
But I will never not believe
That everything happens
For the most certain of reasons.
Simple, just instincts.
Always instincts.
Would I have avoided you
If I knew you’d be my most powerful spark?
I never dared to play with fate.
You of all people should know.
What if I hadn’t gotten on that bus?
What if I didn’t skip that class?
If I didn’t realize I was empty?
So full of the wrong things.
Like it or not,
You’ve correctly emptied
And re-filled me.
Effortlessly,
Perfectly.
Oh, I would have asked
The homeless man begging for change
If he’d do the honors,
Cleanse me of my irrelevant weighted past.
But he knew.
He knows how it works:
A soul is nothing
But two worlds purposely separated,
An eggshell cracked in half.
One lying on a cloud baited with rain,
The other fighting the urge
To drink the salt water,
The vast sea of nothingness.
Don’t worry, I fought.
I couldn’t die before
I felt my cracks,
The jagged fated edges of me,
Finally staring back
At the familiar mirror
Of you." — Mary-Kate Murphy