waiting to live

I finally found freedom

When the coarseness of life

Stripped away everything else.

What was left was faith.

No matter how much I despised it,

Cursed it for its suffering,

It’s foolishness,

And it’s childishness.

I realized–

If this is all that’s left

Then how foolish can it be?

Or is it human to be foolish?

Is it human to suffer by choice?

It is the best of our nature to be childish, 

To laugh in the face of great sadness,

Great anxiety, and great suffering.