Wreckage

There’s a wreckage
In this world we live in…
So much of it
And we don’t understand
Why….

Why are we a wreck?
Why are we so destroyed?

People pray
People manifest
To stop this wreckage….

Yet nobody listens

We’ve become wreckage
Ourselves cos we learned it from
Someone else…

Can we stop this cycle?
If we choose to…

Wreckage
We don’t have
To be a wreckage,
We do make mistakes
But we don’t have to be

One….it’s easier to destroy
To get fucked up, to get burned
Out we wonder why we complain
Cos we don’t fix it ourselves…
We let our brokenness
Continues

Over and over

Like generational curse
Sustains forever….

Many chose not to mend
The broken hearts broken souls
This is what they’re used to…
They know the cracks all their lives….

Others wish
There is no such thing
As sufferin, pain doesn’t exist
For their loved ones and friends
Even strangers….

It makes others cry
When they see people’s wreckages
Their stories could only bring
Storm to your eyes
You feel them
You give compassion to them

Sometimes
You wanna do somethin
To heal their wounds
Even if you can’t,
But you can empathize
And see how you can help without
Mention nor showin

You can give them space
You can make a card
Or sing a song
Sometimes it helps to
Forget the wreckage a little….
Maybe a lot…

It just depends…💯✊🏿©️ Kai C. 1-18-23