I am an observer.
I keep on giving.
I watch as the world passes by.
You just go on living your life,
but I see all the hurt.
From the lonely squirrel up in the tree,
looking down in sadness at his friend lifeless in the street.
I looked up and we locked eyes,
some how we had brief moment of understanding.
I too have felt loss
and looked at this big world and suddenly never felt more alone and lost.
Despite all the people and creatures around,
my heart ache and falling tears seemed to be the only sound.
I see and feel it all.
The man on the corner with desperate eyes and a sign,
begging for someone to help, but they decline.
I gave him some food and a smile.
I could tell it was a feeling of hope that he hadnít felt in awhile.
I understood his desperation.
I felt his pain.
Maybe not quite in the same way,
but I too have felt hopeless.
I absorb it all.
I see the young woman in the grocery store in the self check lane,
struggling to juggle her anxiety and pain.
So I stopped what I was doing to help her out,
I knew she could use a hand,
there was no doubt.
I told her that I have been there before.
Feeling trapped in an overwhelming fear of judgment and embarrassment.
I too have heard the voices of arrogance.
Saying that ďyouíre dumb and need too hurry up.Ē
So I stepped in like her back up.
Itís not about acting tough.
I knew she had enough and was at her breaking point.
So, I stepped in because what kind of person would I be,
If I just let her hurt like me?
Itís both a blessing and a curse.
Sometimes it hurts.
To know that life always ends in a hearse.
Itís a matter of accepting things as they are and that we all feel,
and its only proof that humanity is real.