Always the tone of surprise
The look of disgust and astonishment
Wrapped up into one
How can she not realize
That when others are hurting
We cannot only think of ourselves
We must be willing to sacrifice for those we love
But she makes no sacrifices
Not even for herself
And that is why I wonder, sometimes,
Does she know what love it?
She will not hold a sick person’s hand to help them stand
She doesn’t want to see them “like that”
She will not pack food for the needy
The food smells “weird”
She will not give away her toys when they are past her time
They are still “hers”
She is not the one that matters now
Sometimes we must put others before ourselves
When will she realize that she is not the center of the world?
Is it for the attention?
Is it for herself?
I do not know
I do not want to know
Because I know that the answer would only sadden me more
And the sadness I feel for her is already too deep
Because she does not understand what love is
It seems she is incapable of caring for anyone but one other:
Herself
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Long Way Home
SpiritualPart 2 of the "Contemplative Compositions" series. After "Things to Think About" but you can read them in any order! Happy reading! FanTABULOUS cover by: @silentlaughter
