unlucky people

There are no people more pitiful,

More poor,

There are no children more disadvantaged,

More worse off

Than the ones who grow up

Not seeing what true love looks like

Feels like

Acts like

They will search

Like a loose kite searching for the sun

For a vision of love, no—of a better life

But wander all over the city

Afraid of the light

Missing chances with one’s they deserve and bending to fit where they do not

They may insist that life has its truths, it’s own truths, habits, principles

But those truths are shadows of the only reality there is