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You are not alone in this.
I, too, have had enough bullets grazed past my temples
to convince me that if I spent any more time in a place of worship,
I will eventually end up in the presence of God.
But my wings were clipped the moment I left this cocoon,
and gravity has never lost a fight,
has always looked at man as just another piece of the Earth,
made it its mission to return child to mother,
I, too, am a walking grave,
prone to rest at a moment’s notice,
with tired legs and a tremor in my breath
that strikes fear in the hearts of the skies of scrapers,
and if I who stretched into the unknown blue,
my eyes would see nothing but how far I have to fall.
My thoughts, too, weighed down on me like a meteor shower.
And I can see it if something as majestic as the sky can fall apart,
what hope does that give specs of dust like us?
I, too, have thought about it.
It, my body, someone finding it,
tears I cannot dry of a loved one.
You, too, are loved. Your mere existence proves it.
We are descendants of perseverance,
I, too, am plagued by pain, like my parents before me.
I wonder if pain is a recessive gene we cannot escape,
or nature’s way of raising us to be so fit we can survive any struggle.
There is nothing more human than pain,
nothing more human than pain.
Except that we help each other through it.
I, too, have wrestled through sleepless nights
and gone days where I’ve closed my eyes
in the hopes of seeing a star I could hold without burning my palms.
And I know that your hands have blisters.
I know this because I, too, make bricks from all my longing
and use them to build a home I can run to any time I need a moment of serenity.
I, too, know pain, like Iraq’s neighbor
who takes from me and keeps me up at night.
But I will not leave this home.
There are too many memories within these walls
for me to believe I could sleep anywhere else
and wake up a better version of myself.
So join me.
And if pain comes bursting through the door like an uninvited guest,
breaking the lock I just fixed the other day.
Or perhaps the three of us can sit down over a cup of coffee, some slices of cake
and discuss how a bittersweet neighborhood might just be the place to live.
And I know it sounds crazy.
I know that when you’re in pain, you only want the cure from the medicine
and none of the taste I know.
Because I, too…
just like you.
But stay with me now.
We’ll heal together.
(applause and cheers)
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