“How will you Live”

A pregnant teenage girl on the

side of the road

with her belongings on her back,

and a thumbs up sign,

I’m guessing that’s not an over view of her life.

You can see her heart through her eyes.

A solider, my father

wakes up in a trailer

in the middle of the desert,

awakened by and exploding bomb.

He thinks of his dead father,

and his mom and siblings

who haven’t talked to him since he left

a year ago.

Then he thinks about his three kids

and wife he left at home.

A girl of age fourteen

sits in her room and

cries.

As her mother screams

and drinks another one.

She thinks of her father

and how she hasn’t seen him,

and how he doesn’t care.

A girl of age six.

Wakes up with a strange man over her,

his hands in her pants.

Now she knows nothing

later she will find out

how bad he hurt her.

And that the one precious thing she owns

is gone to a strange, perverted man.

Tell me how are we

to go on in this world of hurt?

What are we to do when we look down the street

and on every passing face

all we see is pain?

We can do what the

Homeless, pregnant, teen did

Take her life and her unborn child’s.

or

We can do what my father did

and get out of bed,

do exactly everything we can in life,

and Get over our problems,

and help the world like the geniuses we are.

or

We can do what the fourteen-year-old

with the alcoholic mother and

ignorant father did.

Open her door.

And take care of herself,

become a straight A student,

and a very successful person,

proving her mother wrong.

or

We can do what the grown up

Six-year-old did

Try to forget

And live a lie.

I choose to be like my father.

Accepting problems.

Moving on.

And doing what I can

to help the world.

But enough about me

What about you?