I was walking today in the park. It was a senseless walk. Strolling among the flowers as their scent penetrates the nose and the olfactories can't help but grin at the fragrance. What wonderful sights there are for one to behold weaving in and out of nature's beauty. I can still hear the singing of birds and the laughter of children. Humming melodies in tune with the angels above. A little girl runs up a set of stairs to the peak of a slide. She yells for her mothers attention. The woman looks up briefly and then returns to her conversation with her friend after telling her daughter to leave her alone.
A tiny piece of my heart breaks.
I continue walking down the grassy path of happiness lined with a tint of yellow. A man and woman sitting under a tree held in a lustful stare. Simple serenity passes through the air as they seem to be in tune with each other's thoughts. Then as shocking as the daylight breaches the darkness of night the man reaches out and grabs the woman's face. His fingers imprinting the image of pain on her chin. The woman gasps and the man shoves her helpless body to the ground breaking the bond of trust she had for him.
Another piece of my heart falls.
I swallow and continue on. This heaven on earth, this peace in madness must contain more than a wanting child and a broken lover. Where is adoration? Where is tranquility? I lift my head up and watch the birds fly up above. Maybe they know where happiness can be found. I start to run hoping to keep up with my winged friends, still looking upwards so not to lose direction. Suddenly I fall. Tripping over something in my path. I look up from the damp ground to see a man dressed in rags. His hair is undone and I can feel the pain in his breathe. Wearing a t-shirt that reads "I Love New York" with a big red heart and a pair of jeans with more holes then stars in the sky, I can tell this man needs more than a few dollars for a decent meal. A dried tear lies in the corner of his eyes. Probably a scar from a torn and battered heart. I quickly apologize. Getting up I brush the dirt off of my clothes and begin to walk away.
My heart is shattered.
For what can a person possibly give that will settle the pain of living? What can a person do that could possible ease the suffering of man kind? I am just one person. The best person I can be is who I am when I am at my worst. A simple head nod is nothing but a slap in the face when one has enough pain inside to break down any wall. I keep walking. It's getting late and I don't want to be in the park when the sun goes down. I turn back once more at the man. He closes his eyes as the setting sun scorches his brow. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow I'll give him a smile. Maybe someday a lover will feel loved. Hopefully in the future a child will receive her needed attention. They will someday, but if anything is to change it must begin with me.