there is no place for them here
so they just keep moving on
one foot before the other
one step forward at a time
crawling when they have to
knowing this there’ll come a day
when they’ll need to stop running
too tired to fight anymore
wait for the hate that follows
just to look them in their eyes
stare down into their darkness
and finally ask them, “why?”

only then they’ll seem smaller
than the anger words they shout
only then will their damage
ever begin to heal.