We used to fly towards each other
Golds and pinks and blues painted on our hands
The liquid joy that fell from the sky
Refreshing the sweat that rolled near our eyes
We’d chew on rubber and wood
Our appetite only satisfied for fun
The bright yellow shuttle taking us to the
Place we call home
We’d collide in our emotions and hold on for life
Our only separation being the night
We had no fear of our futures
And what God had left in our lives
Today we shuffle backwards,
tapestries blocking our embrace
Our painted hands now black and gray
As we strive to fight back
Our days are now spent going blind from the glow
And breaking our backs
But we are tired of sitting still
When our lives are off the tracks
– Riley Werve