A saviour stands in a walled garden,

Seemingly untroubled by the world,

A statue through the years hardened,

Overgrown with roots so knurled.

Hidden in plain sight, in company alone;

A young lad inside him grows,

Who felt by society disowned,

Protects himself from its throes.

The lad wished but to be connected

To be freed from rejection’s jaws,

Stuck betwixt walls he himself erected,

A strong façade to hide his flaws.

Yet how can others see him, while he’s encased in stone?

He must reveal he’s human, flesh and bone;

So he can break through and find his own

Way to freedom, to love, to thrive;

To live instead of just survive!