Sometimes I think I suffer.
But then, I think how I
would feel in the rice fields.
Working 12 hours a day –
with no way to get out.
I think of the factory workers.
Choking while eating.
Choking while sitting on the toilet.
Choking whilst living.
With no way to get out.
Except maybe to say goodbye.
Then, I find unwanted
words and a few good souls –
and put them together.
And I am grateful to resume
such a normal posture in life.
For there is always a way to
move beyond the shadows.

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