Simple Requests

In those moments where all I yearn for is to make an impact, to better the life of somebody – anybody – my insignificance is both beautiful and haunting. After all, if I mattered in the grand scheme of things, would I wish to? Even with that thought I find myself striving towards something more, reaching my hands out like the future is tangible. It almost is.

What is it they say? I can almost taste it.

When I envision my future, I see children. Of course I see my own children, but I see more than that. I see the children broken by neglect or malice, hungry for the purest of things: love. I want to help and ease that pain in some way – make broken whole. I'd like to undertake a BPsych and pursue it into honours and masters and let it be my wings; the tools I need to ease the burdens of those children.

May 4th, 2014 - Simple Requests

A child cries
knowing nothing of love
but its absence

and the over-
flow of its longing reaches
into my soul.

Affection:
the simplest request, too
easy to neglect.

©2014 Chloe Bianca