Broken

Broken people fill the in-between spaces: Empty eyes, heavy treads, sorrow-filled faces. Hearts blistered, burned; to ashes reduced. Souls devoid of light, not by Fate amused. A mother crippled by the loss of a child – An addict craving a fix, however mild. An agèd pensioner, lost and alone – A homeless beggar on the streets forlorn. The smiling teenager contemplating suicide – Abused bully using cruelty his pain to hide. The woman newly become a weeping widow – Orphan who wishes upon a transitory rainbow. Autistic child battling for sense in everything – Alzheimer’s patient who now knows nothing. Can these shattered ones somehow be mended? Is faith healing enough, if sincerely rendered? Is there a purpose to the wreckage of lives, Does it perchance matter who survives? The human spirit is resilient, most indomitable – Broken people ignore adversity; remain redoubtable!