Because I Believe

I wrote this wee poem last week. I was staying at a hotel in the Polish town of Kraków and couldn't fall asleep because I was bubbling over with creative energy...and coffee. So here they are: raw thoughts in a raw moment. Two days after writing this, I found myself at Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp, pondering the very same things I wrote about.

Because I couldn't comprehend the capital T Truth of who you are Because I couldn't see a greater plan written in the stars Because I couldn't follow a holy ghost, a spirit & a son all in one Because I couldn't substitute my disbelief with eyes-closed faith Because I just wanted to justify my life choices Because I needed less black and white and a little more grey Because I no longer knew why I ought to pray Because love became real and it felt like religion Because I failed one too many times Because fear trapped me in a corner Because change became my constant

I believe in grey matter, in Truth discovered chasing dreams, in nights spent ambling aimlessly, in seeking meaning and adventure where once there was only emptiness and routine. Because I believe in humanity.