Does anyone know me? Does anybody truly care?

Of not for Mother, Be there no soul which I could share.

Feels like everyone’s watching and they don’t actually see

Locked in ourselves, No bars to which, From set us free

One moments’ OK, next WHO THE HELL AM I?

Why do I feel THIS way, then hear this sigh?

I feel this anger, then WE can’t figure this out?

Muscles in STRAIN, this thought but to SHOUT!

GOD HELP ME? What’s this, Where the HELL am I?

Why do I laugh at, what makes my Mother cry?

As things seem better, it quickly drifts away….

We sit in a stupor, can’t normalcy just stay?

We hear those words, is there comfort in my heart?

This child within, UNSETTLED then Torn apart!

UNSETTLED That word, from which WE flee!

It’s where we found Jesus, down on bended knee…

Michael Moyers 6-11-2023