What we have
is as deep as it gets
When we are not threatened
we forget its worth
Maybe we need the conflicts
to see what we have
Threat, enemy, war, fear, division
give us the boundaries
to ourselves
to know why we are worth
being alive
know why we must
flee
transform
integrate
learn
Why life is life
in your home country
in your new country
in your no-man’s-land
If you’ve lost your will
If you don’t get the point
you’re probably right
The point of life is life
Where you are going is
where you already are
Without pain we can’t feel
we don’t know where we are
we can’t get out
The hole gets deeper and darker
We become
insular
cut-off
stupid
We are where we were avoiding
in the first place
The irony makes me feel safe
It shows me I am still
in the realm I started in
A realm I am surprised
I still want to be part of
Despite its endless hurt,
its multi-faceted cruelty,
its emotional famine,
its impressive stupidity
and its astonishing crudeness
Because
it all belongs together