How tender are the innards
How fickle is the heart
That simple words, mere images
Could stab them as a dart
How loft, abstract the mind is
How sensitive the soul
​That immaterial feather thoughts
Could crush it 'neath its sole
How fragile, yet resilient
Receptive so to pain
And yet to joy and happiness
It soon springs back again.



March 11th, 2018


Photo Credit:
Jon Fife