We are woven,
Intricately placed and stitched together
To create patterns and quilts that will
We can wrap around others to remind them of where home is.
Because home was never a place for us to settle in,
But a chasm to discover.
A room of warmth and hope mixing
Together to welcome back the ones
Who never thought they could walk through the doors again.

But that is where our purpose shines.
We can see and touch the fragmented pieces others wished they could tuck away.
We can caress their scars and remind them
That the things that were supposed to kill
Them failed. They are still here.
And no lie or sword formed from the Strongest iron will pierce them.

This is our battle cry.
It is loud.
It is beautiful.