a beaten and battered man
Today, I saw the face of a beaten and battered man, whose eyes were profound wells of sadness, overflowing with despair. A man whose heart has been wrenched from his chest and whose ideals are shattered on shards of broken glass.
I gazed upon this man and felt his hopelessness, his sense of defeat right at the gates of victory. There before me was a man who no longer felt like one. His energy sapped. His faith thrashed asunder.
There, while he sat, I felt only like wrapping my arms around him, giving him a big hug and making his world well again.
Posted on August 22nd, 2003 by jl
Filed under: Notable: Personal
*hugs*
it’ll get better.
No good.
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well, he decided to be a bit curious about the world. for a laff.
hope it cheers u up.
you are beautiful in so many ways.
hugs