Let the humanity of my soul
cleanse itself of what’s not gold —
this is the lifelong exercise.
While healing music of spheres surrounds me
to soothe the wounds forgive the timing
that damned me to dis-ease and pain
I pray God relieve me of affliction
of refuge in addiction.
I take my bath of salt water and humble down.
There is no one recipe for removing dirt in tears.
No perfect answer to, Why me?
Just pain in the neck, pain in the back, pain in the ass,
all of it pain in my heart, struggling to break free
of the worry shame left-aloneness fear
sharp dagger words poison arrow eyes unclear —
to cleanse is a lifelong exercise.
Saturday Sonnets Copyright © 2016 by Niamo Nancy Muid
