I’ve never felt more broken than I do in this moment.

They call me Hope but I am nothing if not a pile shattered glass scattered across thick blades of drying grass

Embedded in heaps of mud and piles of ****

Unfixable.

no glue is strong enough to hold me together if anyone is willing to go as deep as to pull the pieces from the vile mess beneath it.

No one.



Entire communities that I will never be part of because they’re  owed better than me

An entire society that I don’t belong to because I’ll never be enough for it to accept me.

A whole life that I will never deserve.

They call me Hope…

I call me hope


because it’s the closest I’ll ever get to knowing any.