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A poem written in 2016. |
| I wish I could fix the world all the people in it. I wish I could fix the hurt, the sorrowing, the suffering. I wish I could make the best decisions, for all the people in it. So that they wouldn’t hurt; themselves or others. So that they could be happy, and trusting, and free. But I cannot, I cannot fix the world, or any person in it. I cannot fix the hurt; only love, and have compassion. I cannot make their decisions for them, no matter how much I might wish it. I cannot keep them from hurting others or themselves. I cannot make them happy, trusting or carefree. I cannot fix the world, or the people in it. I can only fix myself, and that, not all alone. I can only show love to all the people in it: this broken world of ours. |