and boy does it hit hard
when suddenly the years of pent up
stress and rage and fear and hope and anger and
god the stress
they find a home
a place it can stay
and thrive
and maybe have a future?

a future not completely fucked up or literally imprisoned by the justice system

and the tears start. sadness. hope. relief. hope. fucking relief

and you cry and you cry and you cry
but because this was the best

dear god let this be for the best

we did everything.
we could have been perfect.
but we’re not perfect.
and you’re not perfect but
there is hope

and the tears flow.