In an unsuspecting corner of the world, huge things are happening. I want to tell you about all of these things, but I can’t. I’m broken.
I want to tell you that you are going to be alright, I will be alright. Everything will be alright.
But I can’t. I’m broken.
I want to write beautiful things about beautiful people.
I want to shoot meaningful quips and make verbs dance on the screen.
But I can’t. I’m broken.
I’m hurting because someone I know is hurting.
Because someone I don’t know is hurting.
I’m hurting because someone I know is standing up against something bigger than any of us.
Because someone I don’t know is standing up against something bigger than any of us.
I’m hurting because there is pain all around me. There is joy too, but the pain…
I’m broken.
Ferguson.
Cancer.
Michael Brown.
Heart Disease.
Darren Wilson.
Bullies.
MS.
Grand Jury.
Domestic Violence.
EDS.
No Indictment.
Mental Illness.
Train Accidents.
Cyber Bullying.
ALS.
Divorce.
Infertility.
Child Abuse.
Racial Tenson.
HIDS.
Political Corruption.
Cancer.
Rape.
Financial Ruin.
PMR.
Hate.
Corporate Deception.
Diabetes.
Personal Responsibility.
Ebola.
Military.
I’m broken by these things, and more.
I’m broken because there are huge problems in this world, and I don’t feel comfortable speaking about them, but I know I can not keep silent about them.
So I will just keep saying these things over and over.
I will keep praying.
I will cry out, with tears of sadness for those who are hurting. I will cry out with tears of joy for those who continue to try, even when they are broken.
I will cry out, because I am broken.
I will cry out today.
I will try again tomorrow.
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