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 spiders
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 anymore.
Time has been an enemy this year stealing the last of the faith
in those who profess to help.
How will the boy soar among the clouds when he is 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.
(c) Marque Henson All Rights Reserved
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