They live with little hope and power, cast aside by smiles, shrugs;
Swimming against a tide of paper, fates decided distantly,
By slammed doors, bottom lines, lives misfiled.
Barely existing in a sunless land, spirits spent.
Daily I meet them, their arms raised,
Eyes pleading, souls filled with pain.
Drowning unheard in a sea of jargon,
No markers or compass to guide them.
Looking for answers, relief, comfort,
A way to staunch the bleeding, bind the cuts.
A husband cares for his wife, crushed by the depth of her suffering
A single mother helplessly watches her dying daughter.
Each day I do my best to serve their needs,
As a guide to one more place, one more person, who might have the answer;
A bridge to an unknown destination; instead, they fight the great NO, and lose.
So with a click, I file them away, sending them off with a prayer and no wings.
Revised 7/15/2010
Diane T. Padilla 11/1/09 [as Fighting The Great NO]
Written By: Diane Padilla
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