Poetry

It will never pay

the bills

or save your

soul,

fix your broken

marriage,

cure you

of cancer,

or help you

get to sleep

at night.

It will never

hold you

& tell you:

I love you...

But sometimes

it is all you

have left

to hang onto.

The one thing

that still lives

& burns

inside,

guiding you

through the darkness,

up & over

mountains,

across valleys

of shame,

loneliness

& regret.

Sometimes

it's God

looking you

in the eye.

Sometimes

it's the bum

in the alley

who won't die.