knock on wood

did not throw stones at God.
did not sin more than others.
with one hope,
for a morsel of love,
for a bit of happiness-
i live.
poems and chores,
diaries and books,
sleepless nights,
salty tears,
with one hope,
for a morsel of love,
for a bit of happiness-
i live.
knock on wood,
knock three times,
it's spring outside-
i live.
bitter truth
pouring in my insides
eroding my soul,
telling me
i live
childless,
loveless,
homeless.
i live.