They’ll be at the age soon when my adults turned away.
Yes, there were witnesses of the abuse of this gay.
Past that point, my lived experience is so sparse.
Absent of family & lodged in a foster-care farce.
Suddenly, all my adult relationships were paid.
I was a ward of the state & just really afraid.
There’s much uncommon good that I can share of this world.
Yet, I have nought for these years; when my own life was furled.
I think I could be useful in the deeper felt strains…
Including hurdles that waylay & hang up our brains.
I can pay witness & shepherd the wanderers back.
Hard, not to worry…there’s so much they need that I lack.
Still, I know that I love them…so, I know it’ll wash.
I’ll try to remember it…when I have angst to squash.
L.B.Stowe 