Perspective: Fact or Fiction

Alexander Crossman, Beyond the System Writing Contest

I am lost, wandering endlessly,

Without a home, without anchor,

Believing deeply and painfully,

That I do not deserve love.

Forever caught in loneliness,

My scars etched, everlasting,

Healing seems impossible,

I am destined to remain broken,

And I reject the thought that

There is a place for me,

A whisper of hope to embrace,

Warmth and belonging waiting patiently,

Kindness capable of rewriting fate,

My history shaping but not binding me,

For I know in truth and certainty,

I am worthy of genuine care.

Never again will I say,

I am lost, wandering endlessly.

(Read from bottom to top for a message of hope)