For the longest time, I
 wanted to be something
 I could finally believe in.

 I sketched and carved,
 and tried on and abandoned,
 so many different faces.

 What lunacy persuaded me
 to cling to that which always
 comes and goes and never is?

 What a relief to fall, laughing,
 into Holy Saturday's sweet abyss,
 where I am not, and not my own.

Rest was published in Ancient Paths Literary Magazine on 31/03/2018

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