Absurd Girl

I wrote a little nugget.
I put it in my head.

One day, it said to me,
“Are you worthy 
or are you dead?”

I thought if I could find my voice,
I’d answer as I should.

But the words inside
slipped through me
as fog and sand.

The little nugget cried at once,
and mourned the words it heard.

I, too, began to cry,
for it was truly sad,
and said:

“Surely we forgot our truth—
and that is our despair.”

So I laid my head down
to sleep once more—

Wishing for dreams,
and remembered truths
to bear.