Pearl

Meaning of life poem...this doesn't seek to answer the age old question, why are we here? It is more about the process of how that question gets answered and the end result.

One grain, one irritant

gnawing at, making raw

the softest parts.

A lifetime of care,

wondering, and being quietly reminded

of the questions without answers.

Slowly, a secretion, a milk

thinly insulates, protects

the kernel of doubt.

Joys and fears

competing, clamoring

are hushed behind the milky veil.

Wrapped in a smooth blanket

becoming truth

hard and immutable,

these pearls

are collected on strings.

But who will wear them,

and who will remember

the grain, the irritant,

or the question?