Featured Illustration: Ranganath Krishnamani

Let them into our home

There is nothing

You can clasp onto

More than a hold

From a hand

Extending out

Letting you know 

There is solace

Lying about

The surface of our world

Beautiful

And unknown

Locking myself

In my room

All alone…

It’s strenuous

It’s agonizing

To be on your own

But if each community

Could acquire a day

That felt like home;

A potluck

A gathering

Trodding through our forest

Where we are at liberty to roam

Absorbing our day’s gifts

With the new hands we hold

And share it with new people

Faces

We can learn 

To call our own

Perhaps…

Just maybe

I would feel less alone

And no amount of torment

Could ever 

Feel like it was

Written in stone