Monday, April 18, 2011

Broken Heart

When I started as a seventh graderI didn't think life could be greater.Soon everything fell apartand you piecedtogether my broken heart.I opened up and let you in,I never thought you'd hurt me in the end.I neverunderstood what went wrong.I didn't think it would hurt this long.All the things you said to me,I always thought we would be.The past we cannot forgetBut our hearts might be filled with great regreI've survived heartbreak and I'll do it again.I cannot dwell on one of you men.Love comes your way each and everyday,It isn't obvious but is shown in a different way.Some people feel it and others don't,There are some people who just won't.Loving is living,You have to be giving.Hiding away won't solve the problem today.Embrace each chance to give your heart away.Love hurts buttake chances,You will find different romances.I will open my heart once moreBut my heart will always be sore.They told me they traveled all over the place as a group. Some of them said they hooker and panhandle and do odd jobs for people. None of them were high on drugs nor were they drinking. At least not this group. I asked about their families and if they contact them to let them know they were alive. Most of them said, "NO.' They all look like a happy family and they took care of one another. I really tried to persuade them to get help and to contact their families but they did not want to. I did not want to push the issue. All these kids were very respectful. Some of them enjoyed reading and writing. They said theireducation is important to them but they teach each other. Some of them enjoyed skate boarding, dancing and playing music. One girl asked me if I could give her a hug and I did. She started to cry and said, "Thank you for not treating us as freaks like everyone else does. People don't realize that we all have our own problems but some are worse then others." She told me that her stepfather was sexually abusing her and her mother did not believe her. She ran away." Her street name is little Mary. They were good kids just trying to make ends meet. I told them that I don't have much to offer because I am a single Mom just making ends met. I had offered them sandwiches and soda. They were so happy to have something to eat and told me that I can't change the world but at least there is someone who really cares. I cried and told them to be save and to please be careful because we all live in a dangerous world. They told me that they are moving to a new area and did not say where. God Bless these Children.Each day I would walk the streets of the homeless and offer them something to drink and to eat. I know its tough to survival on the streets. Last night I ran into a group of 30 kids who were living on the streets on NY. I spoke to a few of them. They were ages 13 to 16. My heart went out to them and I just wanted to cry. I had to be strong. One girl who is pregnant and her boyfriend was very supportive toward her but I had told all of them about the Convent House, that there is help out there.

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