Savaged

Savaged 8/20/2014

We are born

And if, we are lucky

We grow and learn

Instead of withering away

Before we ever knew at all. 

God saves the babies

Pure, innocent and perfect

But he leaves the living with memories

That can haunt our every move. 

We can either retreat

Or we can risk

And we can either lash out

Or try and understand. 

I had a mother

And I had a father

Loving and supportive

Pushing me outwards

Into the great wide open.  

The world is indifferent

At its best

And cruel at its worst

Crushing us at will

For no reason at all. 

We emerge scarred

And hardened

Either bitter

Or afraid. 

We extend our hand

Only to be savaged

Pulling back, a bloody stump

Chewed to pieces. 

We open up our hearts

Only to find them pierced

Dripping blood forever
And incurably diseased. 

We lose

And then we lose again

Clinging to life

With just enough

To survive. 

Seldom do we ponder

What all of it means

Because most of it

Is senseless and dumb.

We witness the tragedies

Our mouths open in horror

And we carry the dead

Lifeless and stiff.

Some become angry

And others become cynics

While the few remain faithful

And loyal to the end. 

It hurts

But we go on

Taking on, more and more

Knowing that in the end

We will lose. 

But he who loses, gains

And he who lashes out, dies

As we are culled and collected

Each according to his heart. 

I am scarred

But I do not

Need a mask

And even though I suffer

I am not afraid.