Simply Love
I sit, staring out my window.
This wonderous world surrounding me,
the snow that falls and the stars that sparkle.
I look around wondering if I've fallen into a dream.
Each individual flake, an own personality.
I stand slowly to stretch and realize I am cold.
How many times have a stared out at the world?
Felt no ones warm touch upon my cheek?
I smile, saddened but spirits and head held high.
My time will come, the end will start.
This wonderous world surrounding me.
Slowly turning in circles staring up at the flakes that want to consume me.
I laugh, for I have never felt this free.
Ten soldiers walk past me, carrying rifles.
I stop to look, my blood running cold.
A little child having stolen a loaf of bread quivering where he stands.
Our world filled with hatred and war.
There is an ugly red stain in where he stood.
It seeps to the earth slowly, bringing forth life.
An innocent little child having not been gifted,
only taking which was not granted.
Which was needed.
A tear slips from my eyes, and freezes upon my cheek.
I am turned and sheltered my face hidden within his chest.
My own soldier protecting me from unfair and unjust acts within the world.
He had not been gifted, nor granted such a simple thing as someone's warm touch.
This wonderous world surrounding me.
Harshed words upon the wind.
My soldier stares at the stain,
I can feel his pain in the harsh grip of his hands around my figure.
The ridged stance of wanting to protect and to feel for himself.
This world isnt meant for such destruction.
I stand apart slightly from my soldier, and simply take his hand.
I will grant him the touch of warmth when the wind steals that from us.
If only the world saw our need for simplicity.
A world filled with love, instead of hate.
Copyright © Tiffany Julius | Year Posted 2011
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