I am not a person or at least I still
shake with the anticipation of becoming one.
Even I sweat like you. Once
for judgement, twice for sin.

 I have written this story a hundred times [
  but not found an ending I can live with;
  half baked conclusions; rotting core of grief, of losing self;
  solipsistic grief; mirror grief;
  finding my way home in the dark,
  finding my way to an unfamiliar home,
  in the dark,
  finding