Restoring People

"Where are you God?"
I hear the broken say
"When will you fulfill,
those empty promises?"

I looked at them
Those people in tears
Hurt beyond repair
Crying and asking

Those with their heads down
Looking to the ground
Cursing their fate
With a lot of hate

Those who crouch in the corner
Crying themselves to sleep
Feeling the world's weight
On their fragile shoulders

"Will someone save them?"
I wondered to myself
I have never thought
That even I could save a life

But then I met him
and his empty stares
A broken soul
In a lonely road

I got close to him
We talked and chatted
Connecting and conversing
Only for a single day

Since then we met again
But all these times
We were together
He never once smiled

It's been six months now
He's still without smiles
I asked him "why not?"
He says "Why should I?"

Now it's been quite long
We are now close friends
I put up with his problems
He put up with my pace

He still hasn't smiled
Today is his birthday
I gave him a smile
And pulled out a gift

Then it happened
For the first time
I saw a wide smile
Spread across his face

Along with that smile
Came a sob and a sniff
He opened the gift
and embraced me with joy

"Thank you,
this is the first
in such a long time,"
he said

I was surprised
Who would've guessed
That a single gift
Could bring such bliss

Then he admit
That his plan was
To end his life
By the end of today

That's why to all of you
Who've been reading this poem
Just understand that
Something so small to you
might restore a broken soul