Strangers
strangers all
on orientation day,
as we all came together
from different walks of life,
and different ports of call,
we came all with one
and many agendas though,
all to learn
‘bout what had happened
in the seasons of our pasts,
where in new beginnings
and feelings were so raw,
where feelings of the heart
became revelations of one’s soul,
and then in the days
that came and went,
where strangers of the night
became to be as one,
now as a family,
a family of P.T.S.D.
a family of trauma,
now a family of hope……
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