The Miners of Chernobyl Although they say
that coal is
but a diamond
in the making,
I know it's just a myth.
And still,
hail all those
darkest souls
who do
the break through
because
it's easy shining
if you're bright
but purest
are those
who shine
without ever
knowing light.
This Piece I wanted this piece to awaken your spirits,
to be a fucking revelation.
To leave you silent
like a forest in the winter -
heavy with purity and wisdom.
I wanted you to think:
“Damn, I should really start recycling!”
Or something as important.
But the truth is that this piece
was born amid cooking and potty training,
born right on the dirty floor
somewhere next to the cat vomit
that our handsome vet treated
and that cost us half our holiday in Greece.
This piece was born in haste
like village women used to birth in the fields,
impatient to go back to their spades. …
And now I'm holding my piece in my arms -
imperfect, small and wrinkled.
But still, a piece of me.
I am looking at it straight into its eyes
that don't see me and wonder:
“Will you grow up
to change the world?
You know what? Screw expectations!
I'll love you as you are!”
And I don't care if you love it. It is mine and it is perfect.
But, please, recycle.