A boy with blue eyes and honeyed hair

A little too long and tousled

Stands on his own with a trashbag in hand

His shirt is a little too big

The collar hanging loosely off of one shoulder

He has the look of another world in his eyes

But it’s a dark, dangerous place he sees

He longs to see light

He is moving once again

Another household that couldn’t keep their promise

An endless search to find his forever home

That poster child is there in all of them

But he only shows himself in bits and pieces

That grateful, hopeful spirit is obscured

By the dark veils of their past