Without Words for the Broken

Your eyes are haunting.

Trapped.

Your life ugly and in shambles.

Broken.

Drugs and alcohol are your companions.

Fear and anxiety peer out along your path.

Depression intwins it's arms through yours.

Haggard. Hopeless. Haunted.

And me?

I come into your life smiling,

Innocent of so many of the evils that have walked in your life.

Simple of the weight of evil.

And I'm your friend.

Yet somedays I ache because I cannot understand.

Your walk so different from my walk.

Your life plagued with weights I cannot comprehend.

My walk full of hope.

Yours full of those without hope.

My life walked with those who give their lives.

Yours with those who take their lives.

I ache because I have so little words.

I cannot understand.

I have never lived a life like yours.

I have never walked this way.

Would I live any differently if I had your life?

Would I carry any less bitterness or hardness?

I feel so empty.

I have no answers.

No solutions to the weight of your pain.

So I only point to Him.

And reach out as a friend.