Creative Writer Meets The World

Broken hearts and dreams, Shattered glass scattered around, Each path has been a hard journey, So much memories and thoughts, Dreams of yesterday, Nightmares of the past, Strength that she shows on the outside, While in the inside broken on the floor, There was always a moment or two, That it took more to put together what life she had, Forgiveness was the key to it all, Even through the many years after the hardship, But how does she write the words to speak, The words that need to be out there, Of all the times to not be able to say any words, It comes to these moments in the silent dark, When everyone else is gone, When she was alone with her thoughts and memories, And the thoughts of yesterday crashed all around her, As she remembered the broken paths of those yesterdays, She has though no regrets even with the heartache, Even though her heart has been shattered so many times, And although there is no way to fully heal the yesterday,...

Hearts ache here in the world, Tears are flowing with the loss, Of those young and old, Those who have lost their lives, Due to those that take away, People who mean so much too many, Hearts are beaten here in the world, Torn apart with the tragic moments, That has plagued our world, Peace seems like a fantasy, And healing seems like a dream, Innocent lives have been taken from us, From these painful things happening in the world, And where are we going to turn? What are we going to do? How can we make a difference? To change the state of the world? Hearts are broken here in the world, From the loss of so many lives, From the decisions of those, That decided to hurt innocent lives, We need to listen to the world, We need to listen to those hurting, We need to turn back now, Turn back to the Lord, The one that can bring peace to this world, We need to find a change, Innocent lives need to stop being lost, From those who use si...

They say that every day is a gift, That every day is a birth of something wonderful, Of promises and memories, Dreams and beauty, Heart and soul, But how do they know? Do they face the hardships of a tough life? No one has an easy life with the exception of millionaires, But even they are living on a fake reality of truth, Hope is so easy to believe in, If you are not poorer than the most poor, And not struggling to just get by in this life, Wondering what the next day might bring, Wondering if I will be able to feed myself, Much less have clean water to live on, Or basic health care, Those are the days that it feels life isn’t a gift, When every waking moment is filled with strife, And every moment you don’t know how much longer, That you can go on, And your strength is lost, And your hope is gone, They say that every day is a gift, But have they walked in those shoes, Of those that are part of the lowest class, Of all those that ...