I want it now
I want it clean, I want it clear, I want it now
now isn’t at a better time
now isn’t in better circumstances
now is right now
at My convenience
and that’s all it will ever be
I deserve it
I’ve earned it
from the blood pouring from My toes
stubbed and swollen from the pacing
from the sweat dripping out of every overheated pore
exhausted from My tirades and tantrums
I am worthy
I am justified
I want the claim I’ve staked
I want what I’m warranted
I don’t speak those words often
because then you wouldn’t like me
but they dwell in the coarse, dried mortar
that holds together my pride brick by brick
they occupy the atoms and the molecules
that when added up
make the bones and the skin and the organs and the muscles
of land my spirit is squatting on
“The spirit is willing, but the body is weak”
My body has control over My every move
It feels the pain
It has the urges
It’s hunger is barely controllable
Which is the weaker one again?
Filed under: Poetry , Body, Demands, Entitlement, Flesh, Pride, Selfish, Spirit, Strength, Struggle, Weakness
