Amor Fati from Kenoma by SONS OF A WANTED MAN

I can’t sleep.
These needles, these needles and pins.
In my eyes, in my skin, in my mouth, slowly.
In my arms, in my legs, in my feet, piercing.
Opening up is a painful deal, a deep-seated fear.
But I must endure creating something new, something real.
Blossom into this world with regained strength.
Focus on the seeds of success.
New values crawl under my skin to overcome these burdens placed upon me.
I was so blinded by loss, so overwhelmed with the mental cost.
Hunger, pain, war, death, rape.
How can this be a better way?
Cast stones upon me, bring me hardship and pain.
A slave of a will to nothingness, a rebellion to life.
Small man, the last man, creating his soul.
Beings of light are penetrating our minds like needles awakening our intuition.
Are we awake?
Then this is where I shed my skin and leave this world I was born into.
But I’m still struggling to let it in, believing sufferance will serve us well.
Embracing life should give me energy.

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