Who am I?
A sliver of God.
A tiny part of a bigger whole.
A body, a soul,
a speck of dust floating in the sky,
a piece of art or a roll of dice,

My Creator?
Is she there watching me rise
to sprout from soil, flourish and die,
longing to meet, she cries
dying, Is she? Too fragile to rise.
A mother weakened by labor,
observing me with joyful eyes.

My father?
Is he there behind the veil?
Angry over a test I’ve failed.
an abandoned bastard?
is this my fate?


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