will i judge you?

...And somewhere out there is a woman wandering,
And here I stand, looking into nothing- wondering...

Was she drunk? Was she stoned? Did she really not care?
When she walked away and left the tiny body lying there.
Was she too sick to comprehend? Was it just another mouth to feed?...

How far is it along the way until life has no more meaning?
How steep the path that tumbles to an emotionless place -void of feeling
Have I been to that place of lonliness, terror and fear?
A tast of blood and salt and a society that chooses not to hear?

I think not--And so I cannot judge you

I will just enfold that which you have thrown away
And hope we both will understand - one day.

An exert of a poem written by Ruth Allison Grobler, the woman I was priveleged to know and work with in South Africa.