irredeemable the soul within my core,
irreverent the tongue within my mouth,
irreconcilable my spirit with my mind,
irreparable the state of my health,
irresponsible the actions of my body,
yet I live one day,
awaiting the next,
hopeful for better days,
praying my life relevant,
at least in some small way.
editors note:
Sinners for absolution, poets for relevance; hoping god is an editor. – mh