A Thought

Today the pain I held in my heart almost stole my breath. It wasn't my pain but the pain of others, now taken as my own. Their fears, their secrets, their aching hearts and darkest emotions, it killed me. You told me not to care anymore, you said it would help me. I stopped to ponder this thought for a mere moment before casting it aside like worthless trash. Never could I stop caring, for if I did what is the value of my life? What am I to the world if I live for myself? These thoughts I've twirled through my head a dozen times, and where I stand on this subject I will forever stay. If more of us stepped up, if more of us lived for others, what kind of world would we live in? Think about it....

Her

Today I watched her tears fall,
Because the bottle stole her dignity.

Yesterday I saw her blood drip,
To try and stop the nightmares.

Last week her face was burried in smoke,
So she couldn't see his face again.

Tomorrow I'll watch a dozen faces turn,
So they need not see reality.