Human

When people mess up, fail, disappoint others or themselves, or make mistakes, you hear them say, "I'm only human." Why is it that when people perform acts of philanthropy or heroism or do good in the world, you never hear them say, "I'm only human"?

Storm

Sleep is like a cat- it only comes when you ignore it.
Realisations hit me like raindrops, splashing,
a spatter on the windowpanes as the storm
goes on lowering, nebulous and bellicose.
I am unformed, I am broken. Maybe hopeful.
I am gnarled tree bark, two hundred years old,
but I wear the skin of a child and my eyes sink
into my face; yellowing light, thunder inside.