Alexander's Poem

Little boy lost on the streets of Oakland
                     It is hard
                     Hard it is

Moving south to the gliding
smooth sailing of the easy life
                       No strife
                       No heartache
                       No fear
I am coming home to the place
Where arms are waiting for me

It once was
That part of me
Confusion
Anger
Resentment
                    Breeding strength
                    Breeding Greatfulness

                    For the strife

                    heartache 

                    fear

How can it be
Make sense
How out of the pit
I've come
                    To shine once more
                    No pain to return back to

Once was
Once gone
No more

                      Radiant
                      Eyes upon the sky
                      Not what was
                      Once before

The tables turn

The tide shifts

What once was 

Now breeds gratitude