i am for those who will just be in their sufferaging.
those who understand loss of innocence-
a lack of worth. those experiencing
rape, incest, murder, ignorance, war,
and hate, who still love while
i am for those who never forget
and hold me to my words,
as much as it hurts,
i am. for those who cry their deepest darkness,
still holding compassion
for those who live and die
i am for ones who do not fear authenticity,
who laugh in the dark of night and quietly
sing in the library line or lines of anything,
who speak more for the deaf than the ones hearing,
i seek darkness in forms of
tears and ones forgiving. i feel truth
seeping in the runoffs or ons of sleeping.
i see mercy in the form of living,
there you are.