orphan

collect me. respect me. protect me.
for I am alone in this world.
hurled from care and comfort.
bare feet and broken heart are parts
of the whole that means something.
something I feel but cannot express
except in sad sounds and a look
like a fallen angel, seeking solace.
detect me. select me. perfect me.
there must be something wrong with me
that I am outcast and alone, the stone
the builders had no use for, silent
with the violent sorrows of apprehension
that becomes a worldview, untrue,
but easily embraced when you are alone
and all that fit and felt right has fallen.
connect me. affect me. suspect me.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

inspired by a photo of and by my dear, dear Mary