Confusion and Clarity

born to a child

raised by a child

in a sea of adults

          who were doing their best

blamed, mocked, and yet still praised

          confusion

peaches in summer 

hot reflective days

moments of sweetness and warmth

          nourished in the known ways

abandoned, neglected, and yet still safe

          confusion

fighting for meaning, 

learning to flee

making my way in a confusing world

          doing my best with what I was taught

remembering, forgetting, and yet still learning

          clarity 

               and hope 

                    and meaning

A new kind of flight