Compassion Poem

This poem is a vision that in a way haunts me. The faces are the people I must help and I can help by facing my past. The place where I was broken because these people need someone to listen and hear them

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© Britney Hardin

Published: Feb 2010

Broken

I see a sea of faces many I have never met

But yet I feel compassion for them
on outside look just like everybody else
but they aren't
they are broken.

They're broken for different reasons
and in different ways they hide
the Pain, the Hurt, the Story, they will never tell

The source of the brokenness is what they hide

I see a sea of faces many I have never met.

They look just like everybody else
but they aren't
they are broken......they are just like me!!

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