Insignificant problems – Lexi Moreno

 

I stretched my arms towards the sky touching my limitations

The sun beat between my shoulders eliminating my hesitations.

I stood up, ran toward the water and engulfed myself in the sea

 Felt the current pushing, and pulling, pushing and pulling me.

I felt the sand removing itself beneath my feet I fought to stay strong

Trying to rid my mind from the scenarios of how my life could go wrong.

Soaking away the hurt and the worry not wanting to leave a trace,

And then it hit me like a slap in the face.

Not the wave, but the realization

The realization that my problems and stresses are insignificant

Insignificant compared to the world and its lack of communication,

Its poverty,

Its murders, and unsolved cases.

Its abuse,

It’s unfairness,

 and heartbreaking treatment to the diversities of the world’s races.

 

Homeless citizens,

Starving children,

And white tombstones for every dead soldier.

Danger walking our streets,

Gun fire echoing our homes,

And paranoia, constantly making us peak over our shoulder.

Yet I’m sitting here on this beach,

Drowning under its waves to rid myself of my worries and shame of my foolishness.

The heartbreak,

The tears,

And sorrows from a stupid boy who could care less about how I feel, who drowns himself in his selfishness.

The world has many problems,

But this heartbreak and sorrow is nothing in comparison to the world’s shattered pride in starving children’s tears, and homeless people’s pleads for change on the side of streets.

NOTHING,

Compared to the mourning parents burying their babies who died fighting in the war,

Or to suicides of young bullied teenagers hanging themselves with their sheets.

NOTHING,

compared to the corrupted cases of court with lies as deep as the guilty’s bones.

 

Look at yourself.

Look at the person to the left,

and to the right.

Your problems.

Mine.

Hers.

His.

All insignificant to the worlds tears formed as the starving children,

Homeless and tombstones.