I discovered this three sleepless nights ago. There was a radio show with only spoken word and poetry; they played is "My Darling Sara". I've been listening to many of his performances and videos since that moment. I've been crying all the time. Never before have I truly realized that I was not the only kid to grow up this way and that now, nearing 50, I finally see I'm not alone on that tightrope. There is so much wisdom, so much empathy in this poem that I can't help but cry, and am drawn to it time and again. So I stopped sleeping altogether. And I'm crying, but it's a good way of crying. I am no longer alone and that touches me ...