The Thorniest Privilege

Photo by Maria Lupan on Unsplash

 

No one would call it cozy exactly,
living here.

Some days are spiked
and piercing.
Our tears are fire,
Spilling out,
burning the soul.

Oh! But remember!
Moments (so many!) when our joy
is too vigorous to contain,
evoking deep-throated delight
And honeyed tears.

Living in the Land is
the thorniest of privileges.

It just is.