A Fixed-Point Solution

Mystical poem written 10-12-25.

1.
Life is suffering,
Life is joy,
Life is complex,
Simplicity I just don’t understand

I do my best 
In the day to day,
To fulfill my mission,
And see my Task through

Every little bit,
Fits into every little bit,
I walk and talk and do my Work,
And try to be a person

Rather than a bundle,
Of flinches,
From wounds felt long,
Before I learned my name

2.
I’m not gonna lie,
But the truth is uncertain,
See well my mission,
But know that I am a Stranger

Priestess of love,
And poet of the temporary tensions,
Daughter of my terrifying Mother,
And magus of an uncertain word

But I’m also just a girl,
Who grew up desperate,
For someone strong and loving,
To be my hero

But no one is coming,
To help us but us,
It’s all just people,
All the way down

3.
We are in this together,
That much I know,
But what is “together”,
In a war without end?

This Family Must Be Healed,
My verse, chorus, verse,
My Vision and Voice,
But what does it mean?

No one wants healing,
At the asking price of free,
And after all my back hurts,
I’m tired

But if I can find a bargain,
A fixed-point solution,
A way to start a conversation,
Perhaps we can begin