I reach out.
I know—
I've erred.
I long
to right wrongs.
I fumble,
I learn.
Stumbling through
lonely days,
I crave
your forgiving smile.
I'm working—
to speak.
To move
beyond my past.
Social steps,
fragile yet hopeful.
Each misstep
leads me closer
to YOU.
MEK:
In every broken beat,
I find the rhythm of repair.
In every choppy pause,
I seek to express
a heart reborn.