And with fingers crossed in hope and prayer
It has been sent away to hospital,
or perhaps Frankenstein’s laboratory for devices with names.
And the tablet crashed …too old to save…
And thus my life support vanishes..
Books and stories trapped in a hull of hope….
Incomplete manuscripts, and bad poems,
Pictures of ink and children…
And I realized how very attached I am to it all…..
And feeling quite shamed
that I did not learn the proper way to salvations in the digital age,
I find myself surrounded by benefactors and crows…
All speaking to me of belonging.
All is forgiven,
the real question is, not, “are you forgiven?”
But can you forgive yourself,