Amongst the last to leave, the least trusted perhaps, everything I had has been been left behind, when we reach the mainland we are told we will be reborn. Give me the bravery to remember and the grace to forgive.
Will I break through like a maggot or a butterfly ?
What sounds will I make this time ?
I try to ask but very quietly so the guards patrolling above don't hear.
I try to ask but very quietly so the guards patrolling above don't hear.
