I arrived broken.
Alone, scared, evanescent, identityless.
I was a middle-aged child who had been homeless between four walls.
I was emotionless and empty, not knowing, or caring, if I was alive.
I wondered, if my car stalled on the tracks with a train hurling towards it, would I get out?
I had lived in a world of ugliness and filth, with all exits blocked.
I could look at the sky and see nothing but a cold, stark shell, unaware I existed.
I depart a whole man.
Full of life, joy, love, and belonging.
I know my place, I know my role.
I know myself.
I’ve seen places that took away my breath and laughed until I couldn’t breathe.
When I look up, the sky isn’t bleak, it’s a universe of wonder, waiting to be examined.
The scars are still there, but I don’t mind.
They remind me where I came from, and show me who I am.
It’s me, I’m alive.
Here I come.
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March 19, 2009 at 11:00 pm
Wow! Man, I don’t know what to say except beautiful absolutely beautiful.
March 20, 2009 at 1:37 am
Nicely done, bro
March 20, 2009 at 10:40 am
Thanks for making me get all teary-eyed at my desk.
May 31, 2009 at 10:36 pm
Awesome dude, that was deep. Glad to be your friend.