Since Then, the Ghost



Each week worse,

a piece of wood

for burning hope.


My life frightens me



Years ago I had children

and a car and possessions.


Now I know not much of anything.


It’s overwhelming to look at

what I had.  What I felt destined to have.


I claimed I had children, right?


Don’t I ever change for the better?



(Source: Conscience Letter 352)