A short prayer/poem..

Who might I be, if I let it go 
And let it seep deep into the earth? 
What would be left of me?  
On my skin? Would I be cold?  Wet?  
And would the earth be more fecund with the sacrifice?  
Would flowers suddenly grow at my feet?  
The earth wants dead things, God replies. 
Give it what it wants.  

What would you like to let go of today?