Between Seasons

Just a poem...

 This is what they’re talking about

when they talk about

the things you hide from yourself:

that what I am afraid of

is that I don’t have faith

in just faith

but that I believe in the power,

the purity, the perfection of love,

the way winter believes in roses

the way orphans believe in mothers

the way worms believe in butterflies

the way the slave believes in freedom—

and it’s not about doubt,

it’s about the people I fail

in the waiting. 

Author's Note

Any comments appreciated...

Reviews

[D.L. Simmons]

i really like this one!
the comparisons make it a strong poem instead of vague :)