Inkpaw

normality?
what is that?
asks my mismatched socks
and two left feet
i've never heard of such a thing
says the nonesense in my brain 
well i'm certain it's just rubish 
yes compleate scrub buckets

will i thank myself?
look back 
and love myself
because i made the hard desicion 
to keep going with it?
and suffer through my own discomfort
but most of all the discomfort of others
will i smile
and say

under the shelter of our roof
you will be safe
and loved
welcomed with open arms
no matter your color
your size or your shape
no matter whether you have
or haven't faced hate
under these rafters
we spread love

fading 
and spinning
an element of mystery 
and fanciful dreams
full of things
i could only wish for 
broken bottles
shattered dreams
perfection endless
so it seems