Land of Starvation- A Poem

 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.

Warriorless kin

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.