I was born a desert man
in the valley of the sycamore trees
where life tends to suffer
and flourish through agony.
I was born a desert man
as unique and hardy
as the Saguaros branching out
into nothingness.
I was born a desert man
always reeling from the pain
with chrysocolla in my heart
and jack rabbits in my brain.
I was born a desert man
Cholla cactuses in bloom
the flowers bound to life
beneath Sonoran moon
I was born a desert man
so now the flowers have all
rot,
the jack rabbits are gone,
inbred and sterile.
My chrysocolla heart
beaten down
to a small
flicker of light.
I was born
a desert man
who will die
a swamp man
stagnant and flooded
the pebble sinks
A small flicker
of light
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Beautifully written poem depicting strong affirmation of faith, a willingness to rise against all odds. FAITH KEEPS THOSE THAT KEEP THE FAITH - Mother Teresa. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9