Today, as family’s gather and devote a few small hours to celebrating the greatest things in life, I will also think on my thankfulness and how I am grateful to have a muse who graces me with the gift of creativity, so many followers who leave kind comments and advice, and professors, family, and friends who are more than supportive of my dreams.
Although we see the horror of life’s tragedies on the nightly news, we rarely experience these hardships face to face or on a daily basis. Today, not only will I think of my blessings, but I’ll think on the loss of others and remember how so many go without families not only on Thanksgiving, but on each and every day of their entire lives.
Where Do Orphans Go to Burn?
The children, awake as they shake
Stillness from their wooden cots
Hide remnants of their ignorance
Beneath the tangled threads of a shagged sheet
Through the holes of what once a stranger’s robe
Unfamiliar, yet the only family they’ve ever known
Their eyes fixate on the twinkling sky
The only time their heads held high
And the stars catch their disillusioned gaze
As they reminisce a light that once was
The roof, heavy with miseries
Stretches its arms to embrace them
Falling into the blackness of their eyes
It falls forever
In their beds, warm for the first time, they burn
Their only comfort; teddy bears with broken arms
And at last the pain of internal wounds cease their pounding
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