Sometimes I forget I have to live in this reality.
Some days it feels like un-living.
Then again, most days, I am alive.
I have to live for love.
If death have not been knocking,
–– third time now ––
I would not really thirst for life
like this:
All of me wants to live,
just because.
I would like to thank my ancestors,
for watching over me.
Whoever, whatever pacts made in,
blood, souls, time,
I am proof. I am grateful divinely.
And so, I get to keep my soul and spirit.
But, I have to heal my body, my mind, my heart.
Woe to those who have caused me pain.
I have to continue writing.
Writing is all I have besides
love, family, home. I think.
And those dreams of you and them,
wherever, whoever, whenever.
sC