The Poetry of Survival or How Love Saved Me…

This is a story about survival. You’re used to hearing that from me though. You’re used to my stories of resilience and strength. This is a different story. This is about the poetry of death beckoning, of almost relenting. This is a story of suffering – endless fucking suffering. This is a story about the power of love to save a life, of persisting even when one has forgotten why one is persisting at all. It’s about resisting the call of the ending – self inflicted, tired of one unknown,... Read The Rest →