The Journey Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I am ready to take the journey,
A journey unlike all others.
It is not a vacation,
It is not a break;
It is a calling,
A calling to return to the people I have learned to love.
These people have nothing,
A roof over their heads is a blessing;
And I have everything I need and more.
These people fight to survive day after day,
And I have everything handed to me.
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with my society?
Why do we not spread our wealth and give to those in need?
Why do we let little children go hungry and live in the streets?
These people are out there every day starving,
Wasting away.
Will we do nothing to help our fellow man?
Will we refuse to see?
Will we refuse to hear?
Whether on our streets,
Or in countries far,
They need someone to heed the call.
Whether you,
Or whether me,
They need someone don't you see?

(2013.1.28)