Safe in this Place

I want to feel safe in this place.
Torn and broken down and thinking too much and not enough in this place.
Lost in a sea of thoughts and images of destitution and mistrust and pain and what-did-I-do-wrong and we-have-so-much-work-to-do and will-it-ever-be-enough in this place.
Insides like weeds that grow over tops of mounds of covered up landfill in this place.
I know light exists in this place but I see darkness ahead that makes the path murky and a little harder to walk down in this place.

Does beauty remain?
Can I get out there and keep moving at any pace?
Will someone turn on me for making a stance and choosing a side?
Where do we go from here?
What can I do to help?
What is it that hurts the most?

I want to feel safe in this place.
Continue to learn in this place. And write. And listen. And teach. And pray.
There are homes in this place that comfort.
People in this place with big smiles and hearty hugs.
They'll be there for me in this place.
I'll be there for them.