I know I have given my all to the people
I know I have worked hard enough
through these dripping tears.
My sweat and broken bones
carry the weight of my knowledge.
They choose to ignore
and make me the background.
I follow my own steps,
my beliefs in truth and trust.
My broken self of survival,
my fractured hopes and dreams —
my purpose disappears
into the mindless, unshaped hearts.
I hide in silence,
forgetting what it feels like
to be more than a stone.
Smiles in disguise hit deep,
and I begin to open my black and white —
away from being spiritless.
The laughter before
brought the blue without light.
I have come forward slowly
with the universal love and guidance.
I trust Mother Green,
and believe loneliness
is not something I should cry for.