Steven Budden

When I was born, I caught fire.

I came here to channel it.

When I was a baby, I tumbled down the stairs.

It’s the oldest scar I still have, next to my right eye.

I’ve been knocked around. A lot.

From birth onwards.

Like you, I survived.

We survived.

Like you, I was being moulded for something beautiful.

In an apprenticeship with suffering.

Not a coveted position, but one that leads to wisdom.

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