Saturday 9 April 2022

his eyes

His eyes reminded me of the darkest hues of a forest that had just experienced a downpour of rain the Trees bowing under the weight of the droplets. The Dark vines swaying between pregnant mosses and feathered barks that climbed down to the satin softness of earth. They were so dark of a hue of emeralds yet so distinct and bright in the light, I was drowning within them. How had I not seen such beauty before ? How had I not held his trembling soul still and dance within the irises of this boy ? .

Friday 1 April 2022

broken kids

I worry for these kids who enter the grounds broken
Their souls are shattered and their wounds are bleeding

I worry for these kids who are screaming for help quietly yet so loudly
But all we worry about is the information we can force down their throats that is no longer relevant

Lord I worry about their safety 
Their pride and their broken will
Their fingers are not meant to carry such pain
Their hands can no longer bend and break
Lord their eyes scream at me with sorrow
It seeps into my nightmares till morning
Oh they come in not wanting to see the 'morrow
Tell me how can I love broken people like this ?

I know not if I ended up here to help these souls
Who are wanting to love and be loved
How have parents overseen these gems of old
That they step over all to still be so cold?

Have we truly forgotten to nourish these kids ?
To listen , to understand, to let them express their fears and fright ?
Tell me how can I wipe their tears and promise a better future
If I cannot even guarantee them that the darkness is hiding the light 

What light am I trying to guide them to
If their self worth and efforts have never been validated
Tell me, how do you let a kid feel the true love they want to feel
If they never knew how to feel it in the first place ?

I am frustrated, sad and angry at the world 
For bringing in souls to experience such pain
I am devastated, exasperated and heart broken with the job I have 
Because I have to be careful with how I comfort them

Tell me, how can one take advantage of these brilliant minds
Who work so hard to gain our approval and say
Oh I am so angry at the world for this
This is why we lose kids to life everyday

I fear for the broken kids who slip through the cracks.

Inner child

Oh my friend, my familiar friend I've picked up this pen to write  Too many thoughts of you  Too many anger-filled words Too many sorrow...