Hardships
The hardships, the struggles, the adversities
are real, for we all share in them
with the millions whose miseries have been known
the world over and across the ages
those who have been discarded and ignored
and hidden in the dark with souls torn in pieces
like scraps upon heaps, piled up and forgotten
hoping not to be buried and shunned and abandoned
the hungry and the poor
the dispossessed, the downtrodden
the stepchildren of ignorance
the orphans of misguided hope
shuttered in silence, oppressed for no reason
guilty with no trial, crying out for acceptance
for mercy, for kindness, for a word that is tender
for a hand fully open, for a smile that is real
for love that is honest, for a love never fading
for a love that is free and given without
thought of repayment, or implied expectations.
Yes, these hardships, struggles and adversities
are not just his, nor just theirs.
They are ours
with or without our knowledge
or our approval,
in spite of our naiveté
or our genuine intentions
or our self-feigned pity.
These hardships, struggles and adversities
are at every turn of Life
whether we see them or not
for they never disappear
even if we close every window
or bolt every door by day or through night
they can be heard on the wind
and felt in the air
they travel over land
over water, over here and over there
invisible they may be
these hardships, struggles and adversities
are ours together
not just his, nor just theirs.
The answer is simple,
complex, overwhelming,
and freeing at once.
The answer is found within
that one someone, that one anyone
who will listen
who will love
who will speak
who will care.
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