What am i

l am deeper now in understanding suffering; my soul touches the soul of everyone who is broken. I have gone deeper into knowing the meaning of pain, of all the bad feelings, and the deeper I go, the more sensitive I become, toward others and toward myself.

lam years away from relief, and worlds away from living in peace. I am myself, carrying within me thousands of massacres and mountains of pain.

I write this on my way to work, in a crowded microbus full of people, none of whom deserve any of this. l am my old friend from school, who is also a doctor, used to write poems about life, and who has now lost his family, standing ona wet road, waiting for another car. Both the road and I are shattered by missiles and silence, looking around, not knowing whether all my sacrifices will break me, or make me a stronger survivor.

The Revenant lost his only son to someone else's greed. What about those who lost everyone and everything, dismissed as what they call "collateral damage," victims of someone else's inhumanity?

l am the hundred-year Revenant, living with a deeper awareness of my purpose in life; begging the world, and its people, to discover theirs before it is too late.