Since Then, the Ghost
Each week worse,
a piece of wood
for burning hope.
My life frightens me
progressively.
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)