Anatomy of my Soul
For people who had been forgotten by society
My heart sighs as I gaze at the world in view.So much pain and suffering , I cannot believe this is true.Endless misery and strife abound.Wounded world, I feel you.Your hurt is my hurt.Your grief is my grief too.
My compassion is challenged and my soul becomes the world.
My soul is a little girl mercilessly mutilated in the killing fields ,left stranded without a family.
My soul is a woman who is continously violated and suffer under the hands of a monstrous husband .
My soul is a single mother left to beg off the streets for food and shelter.
My soul is a father and husband holding a cardboard sign who lost his wife and his little girl and lost his mind while he lays them both on the ground.
My soul is a cripple on the street corner who has to beg to eat and no shade to sleep.
My soul is an old woman who lost her sight and paralyzed with a disintegrating body.
My soul is an old man, scarred by the trauma of horrific war.
My soul is a man ,woman and child who are hungry ,needy and poor.
My soul is a prisoner imprisoned by the ravages of addiction and fear of never getting out of living a tumultuous life.
My soul is a person who is helpless,hopeless, sad , afraid ,lonely and depressed.
My soul is you and your soul is mine.
Together,we become.
