Words I dread to write

An icon dead 

-but I am still here-

What have I done for the world?

The worst condition of poverty and chaos is

the need of selfishness

So much time invested in me, me, me, me, me....

me surviving abuse, me holding on to education, me graduating, me moving away, me avoiding loosing myself, me building a family, me enjoying life, me, me, me, me.

There are two islands of selflessness that I can see, surfacing over the water. 

Beacons of hope.

My children.

My students.

To them I give the best in me, but how long has it taken? 

How long? 

Almost half a century.

Will I have enough time?

Will I have the patience or determination to be more selfless?

so much energy spent licking my wounds, becoming a whole. 

not enough time put into the writing, the thinking or the enlightenment....