Immuration
is compassion for others
often learned through
one's own pain?
as an autodidact
i often questioned love
and its existence
always searching for answers
or something more
yet always containing myself
in solitary confinement
at the park
no one ever found me there
when laughter is subdued
behind a wall of pain
and emotions sneak out
through the corners of eyes
memories always take me back
no one will find me there
from the edge of the dock
the trees on creek's reflection
form a tunnel upstream
and lure me in
pink splashes of dusk
mark the spot
where a child once stood
and i feel her innocence
somehow i find myself there...
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2016
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