A Toast

The happy martyr climbs through
Vines of emotional turmoil
Overjoyed by humble grace
Awakening the ability
To remind myself

I’m not perfect

Releasing the pressure that builds
Keeping up with everything that
Requires me to be incapable of
Making mistakes
Dissipates

And now a toast to all the
Accidents that happen so that we can

Reevaluate who we are and
What our true meaning
Longs to be received as

I am the happy martyr that will not
Hold what I don’t know against myself
I learn from you and you learn
From me

Eternity is the gown
We wear together

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com