The hardest thing I've ever had to do
was 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.
who are sent off into the desert alone without instruction
have dived into the abyss long before
they've ever known what the kiss of death is.