[109 words]
If this is not a place where tears are understood—
Where do I go to cry?
If this is not a place where my spirit can take wing—
Where do I go to fly?
If this is not a place where my questions can be asked—
Where do I go to seek?
If this is not a place where my feelings can be heard—
Where do I go to speak?
If this is not a place where you accept me as I am—
Where do I go to be?
If this is not a place where I try and learn and grow—
Where do I go to be me?
Ken Medema