One thousand problems- One single tear

A poem questioning how the world goes on despite the pain in the world.

One thousand problems

One single tear

Of a boy trying to understand

How the world can shatter and shake

And still not break

Of how an ancient woman can live

As her dear sister dies

Her eyes remaining open

To the unchanging world

Of how a father can lash

A whip like a thousand snakes

At a child who hides

From the fear that he so loves

Of how a rich woman can smile

As she donates two dollars

To people who need more than money

This boy does not understand

How his wounds bleed red

Painful to the touch- like fire

And still heal

So as to leave a gentle scar

Maybe the answer is in the sky

Fluttering clouds soaring above

They grow together- into a storm

And then drop rain and disperse

To nothing they become

Then they return

Repeating the cycle once again

Perhaps the glass is meant to shatter

So that it can be rebuilt once more

Never- perfectly- but still- better

Maybe now the boy gets

How a woman can sob

A boy can shudder

And a people can starve

How wounds can heal

Or maybe,

The boy will continue to cry

Because no matter the truth

Life still hurts

Author's Note

Review with any thoughts/comments/ or criticisms

Reviews

[Writing Angel]

omg....holy crap.. I want to cry for the boy... so much depth and pain in this... great work

[Chris]

Thank you!