The pain of the world takes a part of our hearts and souls
And refuses to give it back until all of us are gone….
But we continue to be happy
Happiness isn’t defined by the lack of problems in life
Or by the quantity of good things either
It is measured by the ability to roll with the punches without letting each agonizing strike change what we are
We are freaks.
Each of us with a skeleton in our closet and a lock on our mouths,
We all face the same struggles and tribulations,
All walk a fine line between sanity and reality,
And it is true that some of us will fall,
But we refuse to remain part of the fallen.
We will no longer be part of the forgotten cries of children who face the worst cruelty
Because they are surrounded by an army too young to understand how to hide their weapons behind cold smiles.
We won’t ignore the sounds of their tears as they too fall…
Rather we use them as an inspiration to continue moving on.
We pick them back up and drag then with us towards a future where that little rhyme
About sticks and stones never hurting us
Is no longer a lie we tell ourselves to get through the hours we are alone
To get through day after wretched day.
The taunts, the sneers, the jests, and the tears all of them had to be wrong.
Why else would we still be here?
Life isn’t about running from the bombardment of brutality we face, it is about facing each jest or taunt with a stretched hand and a sad smile of understanding
Because the people who rely on cruelty to survive
Are the ones who need kindness the most.