It's been some time, since I've been able to write.
It's been so long since I've been able to feel.
I sit with my child, turn on the T.V.
I hear the horror stories, the images, the news.
I'm helpless to provide an answer of hope.
Beaten down by the misfortunes of others.
Relentlessly there are too many heart-aches.
Too many of thoes unable to heal with words.
Inside this home, this shelter, this refuge,
I cannot offer it to thoes in need.
I sit with my thoughts of disgust, of pity.....
so badly I wish to heal the world.
It's been so long since I've been able to write.
I picked up a pencil and it broke in half.
Helpless to provide my solutions to your problems...
I'll change the channel, but not the world.