My mind is in the glums,

Life left to ponder,

A day awaits its fate,

No preface to even quander,

I reach for love,

Touched only be empty air,

Pungent with remnant insults,

My looks, my face, my hair,

Left to open judgement,

I trance in sullen darkness,

Time held to judge my crimes,

There is no wrong,

Just my character,

Who cannot redefine,

The contrast endless grows,

Eyes see only the path behind,

Day traversed by spears of anger,

Insults added thyme,

I accept no repulse,

No hand to comfort me,

Stuck without a torch,

None in the world may ever see,

My footsteps trace the hall,

Soft echoes repeat each line,

What is life left to be,

When no-one sees the signs,

A hand reaches out to me,

A stray against the night,

Life left in trance,

Held to balance judgement,

So soft, so sweet, and warm,

This is no scalar of mine,

My repress is forgiven,

The light on an edge to grow,

Your embrace covers me,

Tainted glass breaks apart,

I see the world now,

A box without a corner,

A breast held upon breast,

Care transferred and restored,

A simple act,

An explosion of compassion,

Society un-tethered from judgement,

One small act enlightens,

One act renders back a life,

You leave upon your path,

Not more or less left than before,

Leaving a trail of brightness,

And a bulb, entertained to glow,

Renewed to life,

Your time yet spared,

Not a second lost or gained,