Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

Do we have a home?
To us who don't have a place in people's hearts,
To us who haven't made peace with our pieces,
To us who our scars seem so deep to want to heal,
To us who have searched and never found,
To us who haven't had the word to share with the world,
Do we still have a place to call ours?

If you have met people who loved you,
And they forgave you for who you are,
Glue to them but quit to blame us for who we are,
We have tried, but it didn't work out for us,
We cried but it didn't seem to dry up,
We spoke, but it didn't all come out,
We heard but listened to our hearts each time.

Time and again, we have failed us
We have hurt us all the time,
But isn't that what became of us?
We tried, well, we are off,
Off to meet our destiny, one we don't know
And here and now, I say, if we never return,
We found a place for us and don't come looking for us.

I am ashamed
At how broken i am.
I apologize
For the amount of stress
I may cause in the midst of your
Efforts of trying to keep me held together.
I apologize
that i continue to fall apart
Before your glue has time to dry.
I apologize
That every time you pick a piece of me up,
Yet another breaks.
I am trying.
You are fixing me slower than i am breaking,
And i am ashamed.
Thank you.
Thank you for not giving up
On a broken piece of nothing.

Spring's clawing its way to reality
here in the deep heart of Maine.
It's really no later than usual,
but the lockdown has had us in pain.
So many events have been canceled,
the rites of passage cast aside,
That the sight of green'ry and of blossoms,
bursts our gloom, blooms of joy, hearts open wide.

At times, things might seem worst than they are.
At times, the loneliness might keep tearing at you.
At times, you might want to give up on life here.
At times, you might hurt and want to cry out to God.
But believe me things are not always as bad as it looks.
There always better times to come in the future too.
Sometimes it takes us getting out to meet new people.
Never give up , there shall come better times for you.
Yes if you really are hurting bad then cry out to God.

if. you. hate. us.

you. hate. yourself.

why?.

because. we. are. all. equal.

under. GOD'S. eyes.