Darkness

A child sitting all alone,
fighting the winds
on the corner of a street
waiting for shelter.
Why will no one help him?
He's all alone.
The other kids congregate
under the play equipment,
from which he has been banished.
Laughing, they point and gloat,
finding joy in his misery.
When will there be love?

A young girl sitting in the bathroom,
a bucket sitting before her,
full to the brim with vomit,
and a magazine next to the bucket,
turned to a page of a beautiful,
slim, supermodel wearing a bikini.
She shoves a finger in her mouth,
and gags once more.
Does society have to resort to this?
Do we really have to look like her?
Is this the price we pay to fit in?
Is this what we have to do to be beautiful?

The man lying in the bathtub,
blood leaking from his wrists,
a razor is on the floor.
A woman calls out to him,
asking if he is okay.
He doesn't reply.
There's no response at all.
The red burns line his arms.
The dark blood swirling in the cold water,
as he lays there, asleep and peaceful.
The woman walks in and screams,
as she finds the man dead in the bath.
When will the darkness rise?
When will his light come for us?
Why can we not see?

The soldiers are lined up,
side by side facing the riot.
Gunfire breaks free from the lines.
Persecuting the religious,
breaking their hearts and the chests.
Piercing their finality.
Why is this world so dark?
Why are we stuck here?

To all these children hurting,
He is here to help you fix your pain.
To all these girls struggling with society's views,
He is here to enlighten you and deliver your own beauty.
To all the cutters and burners fighting the worlds opposition,
He is here to stand by you and lift you up when you fall.
To all those people prosecuted for their beliefs in a broken society,
He is here to cure those who are sick and repair those who are broken.

We are those people.
We are all here.
Face the darkness.
Face the ridicule.
Break the trend.
I dare you.