Message

The time of staring into empty shattered glass,

Is temporarily taken, again soon to pass.

You can’t live life knowing,

In only pieces.

All those faces showing,

Cause loss of innocence is to blame,

But, if everything could have stayed the same,

This place we call shelter would never cave,

And faulted souls turned to brave.

In my breath can be found,

Truth whispering, soft and sound.

Frequently when I think and stop,

Hope canters down from up top,

Of the Hill and it comes arriving,

A message rapidly striving,

It was said and is said now,

Your affect on this world,

Does not speak

If or could,

But merely,

how.