gathering
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Words long lay dormant
And out of reach,
Like shells washed up
On a barren shore
They gave the turbulen expanse
A settled beauty,
But the waves left
Nothing free.
Difference is separated in a community
Where it's hard to find another
To break away from negativity
Just to be together.
Sometimes belonging never really feels equally connected
I am from out-of-the-notebook poetry, happy and sad.
From broken Luna ukuleles and loud music.
I am from the constant but happy silences, echoing into the night.
This house is full of the sort of warmth
that comes from good conversations
and good books.
A welcoming place that won’t change you,
but will help you change
if you want it.
