Once when I was a child,
I learned the truth of sadness,
in all of its horrific tendency,
I was left alone
without magic,
little solace for the time being.
I remember a conversation,
he was graphic, and amazed,
smiling at the irony of horrific
tragedy.
I listened as if one life removed,
wanting only
to bring him back,
I wanted to know why God would be so
evil.
So now today,
when I walk alone in the streets
while bodies shift and tussle and fight for that
next step.
I often am reminded of my fear
that whoever might be watching is as
might be more,
disappointed than those that live around me.
I speak only truths here,
scares me as much as it might a reader,
traveled this far to find my reality.
Yet, the sun always rises.
