I will go

Where life leads

The masochist that is me

Letting the pain flow, free,

Over me as would a raging sea

It is grounding, almost purpose giving, finally

In feeling suffering I am alive

It is the only surity I have ever found

Love and kindness come and go

As would a soft summer breeze

Yet, an end to sufferage

I can never forsee

Why, for that, would I want?

When in this world of illusions

It brings reality

Into Me