Why is it that the ones with the biggest hearts
suffer greater than those sinners who are beaten and damned?
And why must this boy who knows nothing but kindness
carry a burden thats weighs ten times his size?
Why is it that those who intentionally hurt another
walk away free of bruises or scrapes
while he, who has never wronged a single soul,
must deteriorate before all of our eyes?
And why is it that even though I know he will heal
my anger doesn't calm in the slightest of ways?
Because those who deserve his plight never seem to suffer,
rather people like him are constantly tormented.
Why must the compassionate and pure of heart
suffer for the ungrateful and undeserving?
And why must the good be continually hurt,
constantly tested- like they haven't been through enough?
Why is it that I- much more a sinner than a saint-
am able to sit here in health and in happiness,
while one of the greatest people I have ever known
must endure an illness that could have, by chance, been mine?
Author notes
A friend of mine- easily the kindest, funniest, most compassionate, friendliest, least judgemetal person (and least deserving of this pain) that I know- was diagnosed with leukemia over the weekend. His doctors are saying that his chances are very good because they caught it early and because he is only 17, but I can't help but look around at others and think that they deserved this plight much more than he ever will.
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