That Which She Will Never Speak

Neither the hand of God
Nor the touch of angels
Not the turn of good luck
Nor the prayers of the faithful
Have brought me to this moment
Where I breathe and consider
The simple act of being.

Neither divine providence
Nor positive energy
Not tears of the mothers
Nor intercession by preachers
Have brought me to this moment
Where I breathe and consider
The simple state of being.

I am here because I’m here.
No soft, lilting song
Can surmise my longevity
Nor raise inspiring cadence
To describe this very moment
Where I breath and consider
The simple intent of being.

I am here because I’m here
And today that’s enough,
To breathe and consider
That I breathe and consider
As I lift my face to Heaven
And, with a smile, declare
I am here because I am here
And I am damned hard to kill.

~ April 17, 2010

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