Purgatory

 

I reach out
grasping
but there is nothing to hold onto
Falling without end
The wind tears my skin
again and again
Purgatory is within
There are no boundaries
between past and present
A cycle of fear and disgust
played out, no control.
I empty out through blinded eyes
and overflow, choking on the waste
of memories.
Freedom only in death.
Life only in forgetting.
Can’t forget. Still alive.

-Jason B

Words worth hearing Vol.2

“We need a new diversity – not one based on biological characteristics and identity politics but a diversity of opinion and worldviews.” – Ayaan Hirsi Ali

 

“Grudges are for those who insist that they are owed something. Forgiveness however, is for those who are substantial enough to move on.” -Criss Jami