SSDD - Poem

Pushed from our 'nest'
Before we were fully aware,
We weren't sure of much,
And sure as hell weren't prepared.

Pummeled to the ground,
We din't know how to fly,
So we crawled into the woods,
And started to 'cry.'

Found some other misfits
As confused as we were ...
But what to do next,
Nobody was sure.

We all watched each other,
Hoping for some sort of clue,
Some direction to go,
But no one knew what to do.

Somewhere deep inside,
We sensed a deeper longing,
That couldn't be denied --
We all wanted 'belonging' . . .

A feeling of being wanted,
A sensation of purpose,
A notion of being needed,
For our bodies AND souls to be nourished.

Too young to know what happened before,
Too inexperienced to understand the now,
Unable to predict what would happen next,
So we coped, the best we knew how.

We worked together,
Through both calm and stormy weather,
To prove that we were heaven-sent.
But somehow we questioned --
"Were we sent from above?
Or are we just viewed as 'things'
To be used and abused,
Instead of cherished and loved?"

We didn't know.
And nobody gave a damn
Until it was too late.
And then the assholes called it 'fate.'

Whatever.
SSDD.
Same Shit,
Different Day.

Some days are better
Than others.
So we hold on,
My sisters and brothers.
We hold onto the end
Of that proverbial rope,
And do our darndest
Not to EVER give up hope.