what kills the light in ones soul
woeful neglect or insidious abuse
often a precursor to addictions
intoxicants, promiscuous sex
fuming anger insecure or jealous
some may be born that way but
usually it comes from early harm
a few manage to rise above it
most get buried by the quagmire
next time you meet a troubled soul
reflect on how they got there
helps suspend our hasty judgement
children have no resources to escape
then they grow into lost souls
we know them, we see them often
so parents and neighbours protect
every vulnerable lost soul
notify any abuse or neglect
more resources are needed I suspect
but listen and support as needed
for we each deserve love and respect
These are such profound words you have penned, Kate. I completely agree with you. We all need to take care of lost souls and show them the path of love and peace. Great poem.
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It’s such a sad feeling looking at teenage girls and boys roaming in remote places when they should actually be in school.
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very sad waste of life Rupali but we never know what has driven them there
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Reading your poem made me sad. More people should read this and maybe more people would stop and think about these poor lost souls and be kinder and perhaps try to help them. Lovely poem, Kate.
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sorry not meant to make anyone sad Susan, just trying to raise awareness .. and kindness 🙂
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It’s often dangerous to help a lost soul. They are injured by themselves as much as by others. The inner peace comes in the eye of the storm, with the knowledge there is more to come.
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Lost children, lost young people because of drugs, alcohol. Your poem talks about it, reminds adults, because it’s their children … and adults sell drugs. Sad…
best regards
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yes some greedy people become rich ruining others lives …
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Exactly, Kate, exactly.
It’s so easy to disparage, and then, to ignore. “Why, this person is just so wrong. A bad person. Nope, I’m not wasting my time on this one.”
Maybe all of this is true, but it’s just so, for a reason. Something (or, more likely, some things) dragged him/her to this spot. We may or may not be able to help, but it’s worth the effort.
Powerful poem, Kate
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I wish we could heal everyone we come into contact with, sometimes just a smile can start the process or reading caring and warm words like yours!
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you are too kind, s smile and acknowledgment really does go a long way!
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Agreed. Great poem and needed reminder. We truly need to watch out better for others and to be careful how we act/react/etc.
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Yes! I agree. Such an important message, SweetKate!
And I think we should always try to help.
Just being a consistent friend can make a huge difference in a troubled person’s life.
The book The Soloist by Steve Lopez really speaks to this truth.
I knew this lady who said, “I give people three chances and then they are gone from my life.” I thought that was so sad. Especially since it didn’t take much to get one of her strikes. 😮 🙂
I’m so glad for the people who hang in there and continue to try to help others…Most of us needed a 2nd or 3rd chance in some area of our lives. 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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This is so well written….it reflects that there are no bad people, just bad situations
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Amen.
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I was one of them back in the day. I was struggling with DV, and I was thoroughly bored at school, so I roamed.
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yet you conquered it and so few do … if you can share how you did that it could help many … please Paul?
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I will, sometime 🙂
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sooner than later please?
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very nice
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thanks! Nice to meet you 🙂
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