Whole

Do you believe in the gods,
Or the right to exist,
Light beaming through a window,
Or hope of forgiveness?

Can you stand tall,
Or shrink away,
Shuffling your blistered feet,
Or listening to the pulse?

Will a slow breath fill your lungs,
Or has it ever,
Given life to your ambitions,
Or calmed the years of your existence?

Have you laughed at your pain,
Or feared the planets,
When you dig down,
Or hung to the thermals?

Is it the piano chord vibrations,
Or the elated touch of anticipation,
the spirits gathering,
Or a nightclub rhythm?

Do you believe in the gods,
Or the right to exist,
Something to make you whole,
Or are you beyond?