I could not war with them
Though the devastation of what transpired has wounded me nonetheless
They would mock
Say I am a bleeding heart
A sensitive
A fool
A chicken
So many arrows shot at me
Near death 4 times on their watch
Tokens were tossed at my feet
But no shaman was called
No prayers or spells cast
Not a guardian among them
The world that I can’t let go of didn’t even exist
It was always a hostile planet
Beautiful but no oxygen to spare
I am still alive
Still alive
I am still here
I have to let it pass
It is a great gift I can even mourn this hard
Decades in contemplation
Not many have the luxury or the curse
