Sitting on a bench watching the world go by and listening to the voices within them.
Watching the woman with the three young children and the other one on the way walk by I hear her pain and her yearn to get away. I hear her inner thoughts. She is worried about the bills and the fact that she works so hard for so little. She wants her children to be happy and she wishes their father would come see them. Her voice lingers until it is just a whisper as she turns the corner.
I see a man with a frown and I wonder why he is so unhappy besides the fact that he is carrying his weight in shopping bags. Our eyes connect and his soul answers me. He has just found out his wife is cheating on him and he is too afraid to confront her. If he tells her he knows then she will leave him and take the children. Should he just pretend he knows nothing and allow their life to continue as if nothing ever happened? His heart sobs for the wife that is no longer his. He smells her lover on her and he pretends all is well. His sobs go down to a whimper as he walks away.
Sitting near me is a very large woman eating cookies; I look at her and hear her heart. She is broken and disgusted with herself, so she feed her pain. She lives with a man that beats her and supports a grown child that hates her. She does not know how to express herself or how to say NO. She sits with her bag of cookies and the violent screams in her head are silenced for just a little while, just enough time for her to exhale. She is invisible to the world. No one sees her, her massive size, a cloak to conceal her from the world. Eating her cookies the guilt comes knocking and now she hates herself for being weak. She walks away and the piercing shrieks from within her head return with cruel vengeance.
I sit on my bench, my heart breaking, and my soul in pain. Does everyone in this world hurt or am I a magnet for grief? Grave agony and sorrow surrounding all of these poor people and they exist in their broken lives. How do they all walk amongst each other and not weep for one another?
Watching the woman with the three young children and the other one on the way walk by I hear her pain and her yearn to get away. I hear her inner thoughts. She is worried about the bills and the fact that she works so hard for so little. She wants her children to be happy and she wishes their father would come see them. Her voice lingers until it is just a whisper as she turns the corner.
I see a man with a frown and I wonder why he is so unhappy besides the fact that he is carrying his weight in shopping bags. Our eyes connect and his soul answers me. He has just found out his wife is cheating on him and he is too afraid to confront her. If he tells her he knows then she will leave him and take the children. Should he just pretend he knows nothing and allow their life to continue as if nothing ever happened? His heart sobs for the wife that is no longer his. He smells her lover on her and he pretends all is well. His sobs go down to a whimper as he walks away.
Sitting near me is a very large woman eating cookies; I look at her and hear her heart. She is broken and disgusted with herself, so she feed her pain. She lives with a man that beats her and supports a grown child that hates her. She does not know how to express herself or how to say NO. She sits with her bag of cookies and the violent screams in her head are silenced for just a little while, just enough time for her to exhale. She is invisible to the world. No one sees her, her massive size, a cloak to conceal her from the world. Eating her cookies the guilt comes knocking and now she hates herself for being weak. She walks away and the piercing shrieks from within her head return with cruel vengeance.
I sit on my bench, my heart breaking, and my soul in pain. Does everyone in this world hurt or am I a magnet for grief? Grave agony and sorrow surrounding all of these poor people and they exist in their broken lives. How do they all walk amongst each other and not weep for one another?
This was a great write, I really enjoyed reading it.
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