Written by: Chrysanthemum Flower

In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm 
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words 
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Eventually, we will become 
                                          washed out

faded and bleached. 
Our words are tangible
they cling to us 
when nothing else does,
but if we can’t pull them out 
late at night
and caress them fondly
remembering the sorrow, joy, and pure life
they wrought
we are brushed away,
like the leaves trying to clasp the skirts of the maple 
shivering from autumn’s frost.

By Meredith Roaten