I am an enigma that longs for belonging,
A selcouth of unimaginable kindness and beauty,
amongst our fellow man, woman, and child.
To balter without judgment;
Through time without fear engraved into
wounds already open to violence, we face every day.
Is there such a place where we don’t have
to live in seclusion?
I remember the times of freedom…
Not having to worry about an
orchard producing another
bad apple that’s wrath unfolds
on the innocence of youth.
Bless every man, woman, and child
during these explosive times.