Return

Held down.
Held back.
Held to.
Held tight.
Held up
In darkness.
Held close
By light.
Always
Held safely.
Always
Held to
Higher,
Stronger,
Mountains
'Round you.
Never
Abandoned.
Never let fall.
Never treated
Poorly.
Never
The wall.
Sometimes,
Often,
Usually pained.
Something
Good, ever,
Will be gained.
Graced comfort,
Light glowing
Within,
Arms and
Hands round,
Gaining
Your win.
What broken
Soul can
You now save?
How will you return
What, to you,
God gave?
What
Sacred soul,
In tank top
And jeans
Is being hated
For being
A different
Human
Being?


Adam Scott Campbell