Broken Faces

I look around and see broken faces.

I look around, and see people who want

To go places but don’t know how to get there.

I see little kids, ten-year olds, teenagers, adults

Who feel like they’re in this race with the people around them

The one job that could change my life

Would be one that lets me get into

The hearts and minds of these broken people

And offer hope.

To be a play therapist that travels the world

To help this little boy or that

Little girl make sense of the mess

That fills their tiny little souls.

One job could be the difference between

A Syrian refugee child’s downfall,

And their renewed childhood and joy.

One job could be the difference

Between me staying in my happy little comfort zone

Or being honored to go to different places

And live the horrors too many

Of these sweet, tiny faces

Have been forced to endure.

One job could be the difference between me getting stuck in

A single mindset, or getting to see places

And people, mingle with cultures and worlds

I know not of.

One job could be the difference between leaving a hurting child’s

Individuality and personality suppressed

Because of peer pressure or lack of friends

And a happy heart and a joyful smile.

One job could be the difference between

Letting this world continue in a downward spiral

Where too many people are content to live their lives

While those around them are hurting

Underneath their fake, tiresome smiles

And re-establishing hope, inspiration, and joy.

One job could be the difference between

My staying caught up in the same thing as always,

Continuing the game of not caring

About the people out there who need my help

And changing the world, one broken heart at a time.

But the first heart that would be changed

Would be mine, into a more empathetic,

Caring heart that has been hardened

And hurt with time.

Helping others will help me heal,

To feel what they feel and help them

Deal with the stuff going on inside.

The difference between wanting to change the lives of others

And the job that could change my life.

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