There Is A Way Out - Noaa Rienecker

There is a way out,
My dear sisyphean friend,
It’s not what you think.

If your prized soil
Has not yielded fruit as yet,
Try a different loam.

It’s ghosts you consult and obey,
Phantoms who condemn you,
Inflate you, beset your every moment.
Who ordained them anyway?

I have found value
In asking, “why am I here?”
Listen, who answers?

Don’t despair, my friend.
You may be damned by your god,
But I love you still.