God

Id like to believe
this world exists beyond us
despite us
this weight was prepackaged
the delivery was not surprising
between our separation 
and halfhearted gestures

I’d like to believe
that despite its lacklustre moments
and hard-nosed accusations
that it’s not the end

Its just simple justice
people die trying
that sometimes never come up for air

Its what makes us better 
more humble
worth fighting for
something fantastic
more than we were yesterday

I’d like to believe
that before our second wind
that there was a first breath
there were strings
validating our emotions
allowing us to be
as we are

fallible
but beautiful
and made
to discover
and to let go
and to live outside ourselves
whenever we deemed beyond possible
possible