Suddenly, I’ve dropped to my knees
Crouching and waiting
For a long time
So I build
On every ounce of growing worry
And every pound of diminishing wealth
Truth is, I’m devilishly clever
Most will never know my greed
I cross boundaries
Even when my hands are tied
And my hair is wet
I’ve learned to come into my own these days
Even when life is unfaithful
I continually wander
Like any other I still crash and burn
Again and Again
Even at my lowest, I still discover things
Mysteriously, I creep and crawl
Deliriously I stumble and fall
I regain, I still recover
I find a joy in me
Uncharted it’s been deserted and unfound
My heart rejoicing
Even in the un-devoted and unsound
By Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 