Poetry Month #1: Child

When happy thoughts come

We must tear them to pieces, shred them with our logic and foresight

Cast them out of the tent into the dark

To the wolves

 

When a sad thought comes

We must hold on to it

Like our only last child wrapped in soft blankets

Watch it like a father, like a mother, like a brother

Keep it safe from all that is outside

A precious piece of our hearts

We can never

Let go

 

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s