The cost of living
is dying
Self-denial is just a rouse of the real thing
It is deeper than that.
Confusing
Reassuring
The journey leads to a land unseen
Sometimes there is
no place to get rest.
For we are far from home.
Who is my mother?
Who is my brother
and sister?
My family looks
different every day
but the embrace is...
familiar
Crushed but not destroyed
beaten, but not in vain.
I have a new name.
It is written
on a white stone.
