No Wonder

One week's improvement wiped away by the sweep of a bad day.
One year's progress erased by the next six months of errors.
Caught in a battle to free one's self from a bad dream extended over months.
Differences glitter along the branches of life like a spider's web spun in an
oak tree.

The patterns woven in an unseemly trap destine for failure.
A small boy struggles to break free from the ties that bind.
Never to break free caught in a memory spread throughout eternity.
No wonder he doesn't matter, for months he did not even exist.
New wounds will tear at his heart hardening it against those who offer false
hopes and dreams.

Dreams that are dreamed for years dashed by forces he doesn't understand.
A mother weeps as the boy cries in her arms.
No wonder nothing seems to matter to him anymore.
Time has been an enemy this year stealing the last of his faith in those who
profess to help.

No wonder a small boy clings to his mother dreading going to that place.
How will the boy soar among the clouds when shackled to mistakes unforgotten?
In his quiet place among the highest bowers, he reaches for his dreams and
for a brief moment, freedom is his.


By Marque Henson
A Tribute to my son, Paul