Beating, like a heart, racing through a forest
at a gallop, as a trace of hope might spark
Do you know me, my friend?
Are we the same?
Do you see the buds on the trees?
Or abandoned homes left in flames
I need kinship in my lingering despair
frightened from toenails to a head full of hair
shirking off the gazes that lapse into disgust
about neurological disorders that should never be discussed
Are we born to this world with similar skin, flesh, bone and character?
I desire relations without dominion over my soul that would rather
share a notion, puzzle pieces, pen and paper
discernment between your mind and mine own
to live together separately and distinct
yet loving, without condescension, forever linked