It’s winter, but the lack of flowers
darken the day. Flowers are fresh
and new, and represent
all that is good in this world.
They give us hope, like new babies
crying out the message
that there is hope, I’m here!
How do we renew when
we are stalked daily?
How do we hope when
we are expected to decide between
truth and lies constantly?
How do we believe when
the icons we were presented
as children have morphed into
some bizarre character in an
off broadway play?
How do we function when media
says stay home but the next
channel says go out?
Am I centered, am I alone?
Is death just outside my front door?
I don’t know anymore. I’ve lost my
vision for tomorrow. Is it there?
I need help, if there is any...