Transient

Poem 17, Transient, 20th March 2004, age 21

My eyes are shut
I slowly weep,
My head is full
I can not sleep.
I wish this feeling
And that my
Lack of healing
Were transient.

My mind spins
It won’t sit still,
I hate my own weakness
I refuse to be ill.
If only my security
And efforts to
Maintain purity
Were not transient.

My heart tries to remember
That my journey is planned,
And that wherever I go
God is holding my hand.
Pain strikes like a knife
But it reminds me
That this life
Is transient.