Helping the Youngest Lives

Wed, 04/02/2014 - 13:30 -- actez

Your fears can kill you

Feeling blue also can 

If you let it

I am the help that your interior seeks

This amazing job aids broken dreams

Children they are our future

They will make history

But they are tormented daily

And we have no idea

 

You may not know

That when Jane Doe goes home

She feels oh so alone

One morning at school

She says 

I did not complete my homework

And she prays for everyone to understand

And now she is sitting

Young Jane Doe sits in the office of a stranger

A professional 

Jane doe is not lost

Jane Doe was alone

Now she speaks to this person

She feels as though

Someone finally hears her voice

This job took the lock away from her confidence

This job provides comfort and light into the world of the torn and broken

 

Children

They do not have a single fault 

Brought into a world of fear

Violence

Emotional damage

 

The ideal job for me is counseling children who the world may say have no hope

Implementing help to children of Hispanic decent as well

Boys and girls

This job goes beyond these words

I went through events in my childhood that slightly affected my future 

I wish to be the guide of those who suffer what I overcame

I would not change my past

Not a single thing

I am thankful for it

I can help them 

I want to

 

The first thing I would assure Jane Doe is that fear can be defeated

Every life has purpose

I am here to listen to her interior speak

 

 

 

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