There is so much pain
So many things I cannot change.
My fingers cannot stretch wide enough
To catch all the things I want to fix
In fact,
Next to none of it fits.
I am hurt by the hurt I can't heal
Being able to help makes the pain less real.
All I want to do is help,
but I'm stuck inside an inner hell
With all the pain I can't take away
Haunting me every moment of every day.
All I can do is try
To smile and continue with life
Because even if there is so much filth and I can't fix it
In all of this, there is beauty buried in it
Beauty made out of patience and growth
Of not walking through this alone.
There is hurt here. But there is a glimmer too
Of a hope that we will all make it through
prettier
stronger
better
.
