Peace

I take a step forward and the snapping debris under my foot sends a chill up my spine. I move my foot aside and look down at the object that I stepped on. What I see brings tears to my eyes. It is a piece of my past; a broken memory of what was. As I look up, my breath catches in my throat. What I witness astonished me. Around me for miles are more and more of these pieces - each one a piece of my past and who I was. My heart tears at the thought.

Caught up in the emotion, I look down at my hands. Only seventeen and a half years old and already, my hands are beginning to work. I find peace in the worn texture of my hands for I know that these hands are now capable of rebuilding more memories around me and that I don't have to stand in the debris of my previous life.

Standing in the dust, I raise my worn hands in the air and let the sun shine upon them.

We're Living in the Modern Depression

We're living in the modern depression
Where families are fighting to survive
Where businesses are struggling to not go under
And the unemployment rate's on the rise

We're living in the modern depression
Where food kitchen lines are out the door
Where homeless shelters can't stay stocked
And there's a new definition to 'poor'

We're living in the modern depression
Where the wealthy are now middle class
Where people are selling their luxuries
And comfort is a like thing of the past

We're living in the modern depression
Where we're going back to the thirties
Where we must now leave behind our pride
And ask for some help when we're hungry

We're living in the modern depression
Where helping others is what to do
Where families become what's important
And together we're just trying to get through

We're living in the modern depression
Where tomorrow we hope for the best
Where we will be stronger and tougher
And ready to just finish the rest

We're living in the modern depression
Where we will finally all get through
We'll do our best and win this race
I know 'cause that's all we can do