Alice Batt
You’re thinking you will lose your true-born self
and rankle God by dissing what He made.
That sounds like bootstraps thinking dressed as faith,
which never—last I checked—composed a page.
Look, a sonnet! Look, a villanelle!
See all this lovely language growing free.
Don’t underestimate a quiet mind—
It’s not the icy limbo you foresee.
So many things you’ve swallowed without qualm
have served you so much worse and left you raw.
Think of these pills as blessed and broken, friend.
Your second guessing doesn’t help at all.
