Who would have known that I could drown in my own shallow self My selfishness and selflessness have gotten me into trouble but I still haven't found that middle ground I'm looking for. When I was young and alone I froze my heart so that it would stop beating In my youth I wanted to get through life without living. But this past year I gave my heart to the children and after 8 long years I finally heard this strange sound my heart beats for the children for those who hit rock bottom Before they hit 12 my heart beats for the children that remind me of myself forsaken and left alone to wonder where is this bleeding coming from and when did I become a woman and where do I go from here and what is the point to living if there is nobody here who cares if you're there or if you're sometimes I tell myself that I cannot feel any pain and yet every time I write I feel these warm tears again and again and I wonder how I can be so selfish when there are children in Ukraine treated like lab rats after the disaster made by an older generation they were born without an arm born without an economy that feeds them they play in oil trenches and I lay awake, stunned at the monster I've become useless and stupid and selfish in my young age, and I feel old.
Children are our future! They are our hope! For all those wanna-be hippies and protesters and people who wanna change the world, give your heart to the children. I'm not completely sure if I like the piece as a poem... Maybe it could do with a bit more work, but I do like the message. It rings true for me. I gave my damaged, worthless heart to the children and daily they mend it. They help me wake up, give me purpose, give me glimpses of hope for the future of our world and I...I am happier. Peace, Aidan
