I am… (NaPoWriMo Day One)
I am…
A desolate soul,
stranded in the vastness
of the chaos of this world;
a broken mind,
trying to piece together the
puzzle of my existence;
a weeping heart,
crying for the pain and the
suffering of this world,
this world so filled
with hate,
with anger,
with greed,
with pain – oh!
Oh, how this world
pains me so!
Oh how this life
pains my soul!
I am hurting.
My heart, it
cannot contain
the sorrow that swells
with each setting sun,
as darkness and coldness
envelops the land;
as darkness and coldness
envelops my soul.
I am burdened.
Chained down by the
shackles of the hated,
the bonds of those
who have been
rejected,
despised,
worn down,
and broken.
Oh, how I am broken!
Broken for this
hopeless people!
For these mourning faces
that I cannot unsee!
They haunt my waking dreams,
watching me both day and night;
their eyes bore into my heart,
they bore into my soul,
imploring me to save them,
imploring me to…
But I can’t.
I cannot be their savior.
I cannot be the one to
lift them out of their
lives of squalor and despair.
How can one chained such as I
lift up the broken ones
whose weight is crushing me?
And they are such a weight…
No.
I am not that man.
I am not any man.
I am nothing.
I am…
fin
In Remembrance
I remember your smile,
your bright, beaming smile,
when I would walk in late to church.
You would turn your head
and gasp – surprised!
A smile of joy on your face.
