The Man on the Metro

I never knew his name

But I saw the hurt written in his face

The past he couldn’t dare escape

And the ostensibly endless road he raced

He spoke so many powerful words

But all of them turned away

Couldn’t even look him in the eyes

Because if they did they knew they would be forced to realize

That there is a life beyond than their own little world

But I couldn’t blame them cause I did the same

In fear of how I would look to these roomful of strangers I would
probably never see again.

But I should have taken his hand and shared with him of the One whose love
never fails

The One who could give him the second chance that no one else did

The One who could give him purpose and a reason to live

Now my only regret to this seemingly perfect day

Is the words my heart neglected to say

So I’ll say them now in a prayer for the man on the metro

Because if tomorrow ever comes I long to step out of my own little world

So everyone can see the bigger picture

And start living right now



If people were to ask me who I was you couldn’t find it in the clothes I wear, the makeup I plaster over my face to cover my insecurities, in my innocent smile, or my youthful laugh. Who am I is written in the spaces between the lines, in the words that fall into a catchy rhyme, in the story behind the words, and the voice that cries out to be understood and heard. I’ll draw you in with a scintillating hook, giving you a reason to stay, and take you on a journey where the impossible isn’t like reaching for the stars but laying back talking the night away with someone who knows who you are. For in this world you will live every experience you’ve ever dreamed about, and every adventure you wanted to take. So give me a chance to show you the world through the eyes of a dreamer. For these eyes have seen torment, heartache, peace, and happiness but nothing makes it as real as the words that speak its truth. My deepest desire is for these words to bring comfort, hope, and inspiration that will envelop around someone’s soul, becoming as palpable as a warm embrace. Because even when we crash there will always be a second chance.