The Acceptance of Loss
It took a while to hit me, I’ll admit. I was so used to drifting that the Whole idea of losing home seemed Distant Almost like the idea of home. And now, refugeless, I am learning to accept. I find myself suddenly unable to eat, sleep or breathe. I whisper the word ‘holy’ It comes out as Rune I clutch tightly to thin wisps But I’m Still Reeling…