Self pity falls upon my back
while I scream "wolf" for suffering
that I have not truly known.
Comprehension slaps hard against my cheek,
as I run head on into my glass bubble
of which reality lies beyond.
Head hitting my knees, I cry
for the children who know not love,
the baby that never took a breath
the drug addict who slipped
through the cracks of society
left unnoticed; unclaimed, in life's morgue;
war-torn countries where innocent families
do not even understand why they have no homes
to return to, as they mourn the death of loved ones.
With shame, I linger in thoughts once forgotten,
while hiding in my ivory tower of want,
as a mother digs through wasteland of our
disposable yesterdays and tomorrows,
longing to feed her children's starving
bellies, buying time for one more meal.
As I remove my rose colored glasses,
I find myself standing in the shelter of Grace;
thus I begin to suffocate in my own greed,
vowing to never lie down in my ignorance again,
knowing I shall now stand for something,
and that something, shall make a difference,
one voice, one small step at a time.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
Honorable winner
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