Here's a poem I wrote! Let me know what you think.

Do you see them? People trapped in prisons of insecurities and fears. Look closely into their eyes and you will see tears. Tears accumulated from Complete frustration, hurt, and desolation. Yet they have no one there to offer comfort and consolation. In their eyes is an emptiness that never dies. You walk past them everyday, too busy to show them there is another way. A way of love, pure love, perfect love from above. You are content to let them be, because the only person you can see in the mirror is "me." They are broken by untold secrets, unfulfilled dreams, and unknown pain. People whose days of sunshine are long gone and they are lost in the blinding rain. Peoples whose lives are shattered. And still others who ended their lives because they were never told the truth that they mattered. You cannot see them because your vision is too dim.

Do you hear them? People are crying. They are dying. They are falling. They are calling. They are haunted by voices from their past, a constant reminder that this darkness will forever last. All they can hear are the voices that whisper, "you'll never be anything. You're worth nothing." Sometimes it's not about the cruel things you said, but what you didn't say. Would it really have been that hard to give them a hug and tell them everything will be ok? Overtime, you will no longer have the capacity to hear. The voices will fade and eventually disappear. You cannot hear them because you are too busy pursuing some new whim.

Do you even care? Or can you even see they are there? Open your eyes-look around-they are everywhere. Can you hear them, their heart wrenching sighs of devastation, their hearts longing for restoration? They say beauty is simply in the eye of the beholder, but we often forget that it is God who is the molder. He molds each and every one of us in a beautiful creation, offering us the gift of reconciliation. Peace is established with God thru the gift of his son; it is thru Jesus' death on the cross, victory is won. Our response should be to give nothing less than our best. To proclaim to the dying world that in Christ, their sins can be removed as far as the east is from the west. The real question is not if you hear them crying, or see them dying, but what will you do? Will you dare to reach out loving arms and tell them of the live they can have anew? Will you offer them compassion instead of making them burn with humiliation? Will you offer liberation instead of condemnation?