“The couch is more relaxing. Gaming all night is more fun,”
You say as your sadness cooks into a butter-coated bun.
You eat the bun with a frown. The gym pamphlet is your plate.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll do something more productive than inflate.”
You wanted to be helpful, but your muchness is neglected.
“My degree is useless. Why apply just to get rejected?”
Your parents wanted you to visit, but, “It’s better to stay inside.
I don’t have any words to offer or any warmth to supply.”
But there are so many forgotten who need exactly what you can give.
Shoot every arrow in your quiver. Warm up your toes because you live.
Don’t listen to your fears. They’re just the lies that hold us down.
Your light will suffocate the darkness until strength is your renown.
You may underestimate how powerful your care can be.
But with your courage and kindness, you can destroy hostility.
Bring flavor to the dull and hopeless taste of empty life.
Let hope be your shield and let compassion be your knife.
Your soft word can change a world who thought the hatred could not end.
Just like a dog only offers love, but they are our much beloved friends.
You have the ability to make a difference and the responsibility to take action.
Inject the mutation of mercy in the veins until every evil is ashen.
If anyone is curious about this poem’s meaning, my inspiration came from Matthew 5:13-16.
Good Fruit 