The hardest thing I've ever had to do
Is fight the unmanageable fight of my birth into this life for so many years.
Relentlessly pushing on with only shots in the dark as my pull.
Floating in this mystery, turned inside out, a tornado is a better description.
The only safety was the dark and damp and tongue tied recesses of my mind.
Though that was excruciating, drowning and frozen and faceless,
I'm learning now that was better than the truth of being a child without protection.
Warriorless kin who are sent off into the desert alone without instruction
have dived into the abyss before they've even known what the kiss of death is.