Heartfelt
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
Copyright © Chrysanthemum Flower | Year Posted 2012
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