I am small, I am weak,
cold, dirty, hungry,
tired and hopeless
I am sick, I am poor,
blind, ugly, ashamed,
lost and broken
I am heartbroken
I am lonely
I’m in way over my head
I am rebellious
I am defiant
Angry, and selfish, and cruel, hateful, jealous
I am greedy and ungrateful; covetous.
I am a thief, a glutton, a drunkard, an adulterer
and a fornicator, I am a lawbreaker,
a hedonist, and I am proud.
I am a swine, I am filth,
I am shaking in my skin
I am scarred, I am hurting, I am afraid.
I am awake, I am hoping, I am looking up.
I am searching, I am trying, I am holding on
I am changing, I am moving...
But where?
I referred to this poem 21 years later, in
Open Keyhole.