raison d'être

pick a god and pray to it, child / crawl on all fours and beg for your raison d'être / only if you care enough. / prayers disguised as a sonnet for the ones who wept / the poets who mourned the death of a season / the fathers who mourned the loss of their little girl / the citrus tree from your childhood home who mourned the loss of her lemons. / bury me shallow, I’ll be back / we can't count the stars, but you can count on my resurrection. /-DW