If Hugs Could Save the World

A strong smile
falters with a fear,
a fear of being another name,
another statistic,
a plastic bag in the morgue,
a body in the ground.

It isn't the nothingness of death
that dims my bright eyes,
but doing nothing in life,
being lost in time,
forgotten forever.

I'd sell my dreams
and sacrifice my smile
to change the world.
a cold heart
could use a new philosophy,
and I could find another.
I survived once,
I can survive again.

If hugs could cure disease
and mend disaster,
I'd be Superman.
It isn't the cape
or the fame I crave,
it's pulling meaning out of nothing,
putting love into a world of hate,
peace into a world of war,
making a dieing world
a little healthier
for the people around me,
and the people to come.

Maybe I can't save the world,
but I can be the first person
people come to
when they need an ear to listen
or a couch to sleep on,
and I will write my heart out,
because there is always a story
that needs to be told.