Greed
I would never have believedthat I’d awake one dayin a lonely cell, having strippedmyself of everything preciousthat I’d always taken for grantedby shaking a fist at my creatorfor ending the suffering of my belovedin a way other than I’d imagined whileon my knees;awaiting transportto a place no one belongs, exceptto the state, whosemain concern is the bottom line; bodiesfor which they receive top dollar,but never humans, neversouls, never mothers whose lives have been nothingmore than a series of tragic events,and are now doomed towalk this journeythrough the wilderness withno prophet to lead, nocloud by day orfire by night to preventthe aimless wanderof the hopelessly exhausted, desperateto be anywhere but here;or destined—and placed, preciselyon this map,at this point—a testamentthat it doesn’t have to endhere, that life’s treasurechest of grace, hope,and redemptioncan be uncovered if wedon’tstopdigging.
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