Among the Rubble

Taking inventory
Laying out the clothes ahead of time
Asking what I wanted
What I needed
Becoming me
Not having answers
Being lonely
Relying on strangers and the goodwill of God
That dick
Who drives both good and evil
Whose angel fell from grace
And is now stuck in a forever
Ping-pong match
With his creator
The men
Always fighting
The women
Always creating
The children
Who suffer our stories and fear the worst
And spend their years uncovering golden nuggets
Buried among the rubble