In the sun lit room, the young boy laid, like a ball, with tears dripping from his eyes unto the cold floor.
His cry continued as he thought about the pain he was in.
“no one cares,” said he, “I am helpless” roamed his mind and he cried still.
“Why can’t you just take me God?” His heart screamed.
I looked at the young boy. The room reminded me of something. It reminded me of myself. I got closer to him and stared into his eyes - he is me!
I reached for him and embraced him, “It’ll get easier buddy. You have to believe it will. The pain he’s inflicted on you will pass.”
I opened my eyes and wiped the tears, “Will it get easier?”
I shut my eyes and saw the young me again - and continued to shed my tears as I fell back asleep.
