It was a place
And I lived in it
I covered myself with the ashes from it
I bathed in sorrow
Involuntary
Not self pity magnified
A parasite
Latched onto my spine
Steered me to my final destination
You saved me
You didn’t even know
The same one that kicked the pebble
That started an avalanche
You responded to me
And I smiled
I was still alone
In this place
Most authentic
With pastel colors I could feel
In the grooves of my fingerprints
Gritty and soft
Like clay
I cried by myself
Surrounded
I wept at God’s feet
On a structure built by men
Not the first to make the journey
Not the first to leave
Mission incomplete
In the holiest way
I woke up in San Francisco
And discovered a piece of my strength
It was buried beneath a father’s disappointment
Beneath society’s indifference
Beneath your lack of trying
I am nothing in the eyes of the world
But this world is only a speck in my eye
I get to to rise each morning
And march across its soil
I get to enjoy its gifts
With sweet strawberries
And bitter mustard seeds
I get to discard its mess
One satisfactory speck of dirt at a time
I get to decide what pieces to carry with me
As I engrave them into stone
On the walls of my house
That remains unweathered
In its portable state
At my weakest point
I found my solid strength
At a moment that nearly surrendered to death
I found the vivid map to life
I pity the man who walks through life unchallenged
What colors he won’t see
What horribly glorious feelings his calloused hands will never feel
I feel it all in ultra violet
Send out a signal for all to see
If you can reach me
I’ll be sitting here
Waiting to share
Technicolor adventures
With you by my side
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