I travel to Indonesia at least once a year. Here is a recollection of it:
I am humbled,
As my days are numbered.
Seeing those who live on the edge,
Those who are about to fall off the ledge.
With no way to be fed.
And No roof over their head.
Begging on the street,
No shoes on their feet,
And their faces…
…their faces show a sense of defeat.
The woman I just saw,
She didn’t think she mattered,
Because when she comes home..
She is battered.
The teen who was pregnant,
The baby she aborted,
Was never reported
Covered by desperation
Added by a dose of exasperation.
The life that those people know,
Doesn’t ever show…
Even a glimmer of hope.
Seeing those who live on the edge,
Those who are about to fall off the ledge.
And knowing I fumbled,
My life is unlike theirs.
That’s why…
That’s why I am humbled.
-mega