The thief

"To whom it may concern"
Is how I started my note.

My pizza had been stolen right out of my fridge.
The empty carton in hand as evidence,
I saw a used plate with crumbs of crust on it,
a knife and fork lying on it, mocking me.

How dare someone steal my delicious food!
And angrily I wrote a letter to everyone else living in the house,
reminding them to stay fair and square,
return my pizza to me, the beloved miracle of molten cheese and crispy crust,
that was so thoughtlessly stolen from me.

A week or so later, I opened my door
and guess what I found, almost stepped on in front of it!
A pizza! Wrapped in foil, starting to thaw,
my believe in humanity was yet again restored.

Supposed to be

Despite everything that people want me to,

say I’m supposed to

be,

say I’m supposed to

do,

I won’t give up,

I won’t.

 

I’ll keep hoping

I’ll keep fighting

until my last breath.

No matter the cost

no matter the price.

Because some things are more than worth fighting for,

more than worth holding on to and living for.

 

I don’t know what the future brings

but I will not give up on it because the past or the present suck.

I won’t.

I can’t.

I don’t want to.

Different

I see things differently

I always have

It made me feel like an outsider
And nobody really understood

My views of life, of love, of people
Refused to become like those of others

It made me wonder if I was normal
If I would ever be accepted
If I could ever be like the others

But then I realized
I was made to be different
I was made to shine

And the one who made me
Had always known 
How I felt, how I saw things, how I was different

He made me this way
Because he is different, too.

His life was not normal, not like the others
He was, and is, different
Because he is the son of God.

And I am called to become more like him.
I'd say I'm off to a good start

I may be different, 
But I'm not alone
Because he is my hero.