help.
four letters cleverly designed
to blow one away.
to save lives,
chase away the evils,
shed a little light
on darkened souls.
it is the reason behind
why a woman
cries tears of joy,
safe at last.
it is the reason behind
why the noose remains
hanging yet
bodyless.
it is the reason behind
the reunion between
parent and child
and their warm embrace.
it is the reason behind
why innocent children
can live to see
tomorrow.
and heck,
who even knows?
it might have saved even you once.
but imagine.
imagine.
if no one in the world
was brave enough to stand
and ask for it.
to look it into the eyes
and say firmly,
"Yes. I need help."
imagine
if the letters somehow got lost,
jumbled inside one's brain,
addled by fear
and panic
and dismay.
or perhaps even their ego.
imagine
if somehow, you
thought you could perhaps
do everything on your own
when you know
you know
you can't.
"hel-"
and that's when you know all hope is gone.
(it doesn't take armies to take down man.)
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Poetry| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread...
