I know that things
are bad
when I catch myself
no longer caring
all that much,
either way;
worn down
by endless abrasion,
I'm ready to let
go,
taking whatever is
at hand and hand
over the collated
pretensions,
the harboured security.
Letting go
of what cannot save,
cannot heal,
cannot trace
a vivid line
through the soul
and out into
eternity.
Yes, things are bad
when everything seems
lost;
but someone said
that loss is gain
when filtered
through a
cross.
