Caught in a web of living and existing,
where the pace of it all is beyond measure,
Struggling to learn, to hone and to discover,
losing the battle with no pleasure.
The pain of connecting creates such rigid animosity within,
the fear of failure tangible, sour and acidic on the skin,
The loneliness of disconnecting favourable to the anger,
the fear of rejection and not fitting in.
Where do they go these children of ours?
Cut off from the world, disjointed, hidden.
Silently they slip into the pool of distant memories
Hopelessness boils their dreams endlessly.
Families are strained as they try to re-ignite
They strive to connect in, they breathe and they fight
Under the radar of shame and misunderstanding
Break downs and inner suction leave nothing to win.
So Young with so much to hope for, so much life yet to live
Breakdowns once the prerogative of the middle age,
Why are our teens suffering so?
Perhaps we live too fast for them to grow.
Tears roll from my eyes
As another person disappears
Into their sanctuary of being,
Away from their fears
This gift of life creates so much suffering,
Why is it this way,
Can we not do something about it,
Drug companies stay away!
To label is to load another cross to their pain,
There is no one answer
We are all different,
Yet the suffering is the same.
What are we doing to stem the flow of these bright lights?
Intelligent, witty, caring and Loving…
Why is their demise so scary and create such distance?
How can this universe make a the ultimate difference.
Blessed be the children, the innocent, the beauty,
May they face this world with honesty and take shelter when needed,
May they be supported by friends, community and culture
Their live all matter, they make the difference.