It's the homeless man
Sitting on the streets Always begging people for money He actually used to have a nice life Until it got him down His mental illness consumed him He is diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder From what happened when he served In the war He doesn't know how to heal Because no one seemed to care That's when he started using narcotics To escape reality At times he might go for days Without eating anything It's the women At the grocery store She always wears a smile But deep inside she's dying She never has the money to buy enough groceries That are able to feed herself and all of her kids Her kids go to school with out lunch everyday The women dropped out of high school Because when she was just 14 She got pregnant Now she has 5 kids And she is struggling to find a job That can support her family Because she raises her kids All by herself It's the janitor at school Who left his country because of war Everything he had got destroyed He was an engineer back home He did very well in school But when he came to North America They told him to go back to school He had no money for school He was in desperate need to provide for his family It's the rich man with the big watch Driving the very nice car He has a child Who is dying from cancer The doctor says she will die in a few months He is also going through A very horrible divorce His wife married him for his money She wants full custody of the children She wants to take the house And half of everything he worked hard for His company is now in huge debt He loves his kids He would die for his kids It's the girl you see in class Who sits all the way in the back She's always by herself Nobody wants to talk to her She's not comfortable interacting with people Because of the shame she carries Day by day when she gets home Her father rapes her She doesn't know who to trust Or who to go to for help Because it's her father It's the lady at the nail salon With the expensive bags Who often goes to get her nails done Her face is always beat Her hair is always laid She is usually very rude Because she needs an outlet She finds things to escape From her unfaithful husband Because whenever he comes home He beats her She grew up without a father Which clouded her judgement On how men should treat women When she married her husband She thought Good looks will land her A good man It's the kid in the playground Who is being bullied at school He gets teased, spat on, and beaten up Just for being different When he tells someone it becomes worse When he fights back he gets blamed He is very suicidal And usually cuts himself But he's to weak at the same time To end his life It's the smartest kid at school With the best scholarships His parents always neglect him They don't want to acknowledge How talented he is in music They push him to be a doctor Even though he wants to be an artist He only grabs their attention When he gets good grades He sacrifices his passion in life To make his parents proud Its the drunk guy Walking down the streets He became an orphan since he was 6 years old He kept going from foster home to foster home Because no one wanted to keep him He once had a nice girlfriend and a kid That he lost in a car accident After that he lost his job Then he lost his home With that he lost all hope His life started to go down That's when he started drinking That became his therapy It's the strangers all around us That pass us by everyday We don't know who they are We don't know where they came from Everybody has a different path in life We often forget to put ourselves In someone's shoes I heard a wise man once say It's not about how hard you hit It's about how hard you can get hit And keep moving forward But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar with wings like eagles, they will run and not go weary, they will walk and not faint- Isaiah 40:31
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Most nights at 2 am
I have trouble sleeping My thoughts get lost in contemplation I think about the future I think about where I'd be In 5,10, 15 years from now I think about who i'd become when I turn 50 I plan my day tomorrow And ways to improve myself I think about all the chances I have All the goals I need to make The wonderful places I need to go And the delicious food I need to eat I think about the schedule I need to complete All the ends I have to meet I'm not yet where I want to be But I still thank God for everything I never want to let the things I want Make me forget All that I am What I have God will use To get me to the place I am supposed to be Other nights at 2 am I wonder if I'll ever make it that far My life often feels trapped in a very big glass jar All of my efforts always seem to go in vain These are the nights My conscience becomes consumed with so much pain What doesn't kill you leaves you Lying on your bed at 2 am wondering Is my journey of life even worth living for? What's the point of fighting? My problems are a constant war? At the end of the day If i'm rich or poor, low or high There will be someday That I will eventually just die I ask God why does he let the world become this way All the murder, pain,hate, lies Just need to go away Last night at 2 am I thought about something unusual I thought about what I live for And the creation of mankind I thought about myself as a gift And the purpose of my life I need to make my goals aligned to the will of God Because my life is not mine At any moment now I can just fall down and die I realized hoping and wanting are two very different things And how I need to be grateful for even the trouble that life brings I thought about how I don't live to just exist Or for the material things I have I thought about how God created me To be the change I want to see I realized it's not about getting more of God But rather giving more of me I thought about all the love I need to give To make the world a better place I thought about how i'm only here Because I have God's grace “But I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth” - Exodus 9:16 |
AuthorDeborah Senyange Archives
June 2017
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