The God of Storms

You want to have faith
There’s a force out there
That might root for you.
It wants you to go
On. It will help you.

And then there’s the one
In charge of what wants
To spite you and yours.
You want to have faith
In that force as well.

They fight. Gods fight gods,
And it’s all for you—
The god of calm seas
And the god of storms.
You know it’s not true,

Not as you want it.
You’re not that dense, but
You want to have faith.
You try to make up
For your wild self pride

With prayers and odd rites
To show that you know
You’re small. But why ask,
Then, at all? The god
Of storms can’t be called.

More Sinned

Than sin. More did to
Than done. You want that,
Want to be that one.
What comes at great cost
Is worth more, you feel.

If who you are has
Cost you a great deal,
Then who you are is
Worth a tight grip. Don’t
Let go of that name.

Don’t let go of you,
You the hard done by,
You who has cost you.
Don’t let them take you,
Wear you, wear you out.

Some of you, it’s true,
Have been hard done to
And have done no harm,
Or not much, to few.
There’s a wing of light,

Shaped like a moth’s wing
On the wall by you.
It’s your ring of light.
We’re words. We don’t vote.
We’re here to show you.