It stood,

Tall and Complete,

With organization and power.

A bunch of mini blocks holding every inch together,

As a union.


Something I have never known:

How it is to be part of something,

How to be organized.


My mind has always been a mixture of blank, blank and …

I have never known it;

Maybe I never will.


It is stability.

It is togetherness.

It is home,

But I never knew that.

It was tall and Complete.


That was not me.

That is not me.

That will never be me.