I wrote this poem along the way back to the U.S from a 5 day volunteer trip to Tijuana, Mexico, visiting many shelters, churches, clinics and schools and many more places of need.
I’m blind! I can’t see anything!
Where am I? I feel empty. I feel nothing.
I hear a faint noise far away. It sounds like screaming and crying.
Where is it coming from? Where am I?
I feel something; it’s a wall! Where am I?
I can hear more people crying and screaming far away.
Should I ignore them? Where is it coming from? What should I do?
Why can’t I see?
I can feel a door, and another one! And another!
Why are they all locked? I got to get out!
The noise is getting louder! I’m afraid!
Wait, I hear something.
“She’s calling my name! Reggie, Reggie, I’m over here.†I can see a faint light in the distance.
I can see a woman.
I’m afraid! Should I go?
“Reggie, Reggie, don’t be afraid, it’s me, Truth in Reality!
I walk to her.
The noise is getting louder and louder,
but I’m not afraid anymore, I can see more clearly now!
I can see! I’m not blind anymore!
I can see!
There’s people building shelters, houses, and churches.
I can see people destroying a large wall as far as I can see.
Everyone is happy, the screaming has stopped!
There’s peace and color everywhere, all except a black building under a dark cloud, with no windows where I came out of.
The world is in your hands, what would you do to help it?
