Friends come to you in the strangest of moments
A Strange Brotherhood
I live alongside strangers
day in and day out,
never stopping to stare,
never breaking my stride,
never caring to talk.
I'm not sure why;
the strange smell of sweat
that permeates these concrete walls,
the gruff and gratuitous laughter
that shakes our communal foundation,
the slams in the night
that makes me fear
of monsters in my closet
all over again.
Yet, here I am,
speaking purely and frankly
with a people whom
I had always held
in the highest disdain.
How could this blindness
have broken the reason
that could be seen
for miles in all directions?
My hard heart
grows plush
with hope
for a tomorrow
when I can great everyone
with an honest grin
and a warm embrace
rather than the chilling stares
and silent strides
I've taken to hiding behind.
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