Sometimes
the cruelty of life takes my breath away.
The coldness of the human heart which rips through
The lost and the lonely who live in silent agony.
The pain felt as the world rejects them is crushing
and obliterates all sunlight and love.
The hurt echos throughout their lives coloring their
world with shadows of grays and black.
They feel no warmth and train themselves not
to show the weakness of needing a human touch.
Knowing, always knowing that they will be shunned
and judged and found wanting.
I feel for them and hurt for them and reach out with
good intentions for everyone is worth the time.
All are precious in this world and all need to be
reminded that they matter.
But
I can’t save the world even though I want to.
I can’t fill the emptiness and I can’t make others care.
I can only try and, in trying, hope to reach those
Who also care and want to try.
All people on earth are precious and when you feel
dispair and emptiness, know that someone cares.
The shadows will lift when you realize that you are
What you make of yourself instead of what others make of you.