Sitting motionless
So still that I can barely feel
My hands resting on my knees
So deep is this sorrow
So broken, this heart.
This great divide of humanity.
Like a small cherry sapling
barely grasping roots to soil,
and with one gust, the autumn wind
carries me away.
Such fragile trust in the human soul.
Years to build, seconds to smash.
Written Sunday, January 29, 2012 - 2:59pm
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