sense of belonging

go, go, never stop,
like the river rushing.
i am the river;
passing through
Hard hands and
Clenched fists.
please help me belong,
somewhere safe
and where there is no wrong.
i whisper:
i’m okay, i’m okay,
there’s a warm blooded creature,
a caring teacher
who calls me honey
and feeds me words of kindness.
I know I'm loved
But I now must go.
Too hurried to stay
And too young to say no.