The cry

Helping others

Far away I hear the cries of the needy
Wanting to help and not be greedy
I put on my coat and set on my way
To help these people on this gloomy day

When I reach my destination
The feeling of helplessness and frustration
For what I see is beyond the norm
For their arms and their veins so destroyed and torn

I think to myself “am I doing enough”
But just as I stand to go off
I realise just a smile, a word of kind
Can be all that is needed for them to find
The feeling inside them, the wanting to be free
Is encouraged to grow through the smile given by me.