Trust

Fear softens
Braced in a child’s hand,
Feathers, matted blood,
Aching
Skies arch above,
Below
There is only the mirage
Of words
Rippling on the face of
Liquid spilled
Soft, as a baby bird
Clutching at loneliness
It slips by
These words unsaid
Unspoken,
Unanswered questions
Broken in monochrome
Skin on skin
on stains of rust
down empty lanes
reflecting
still and silent,
eyes forgive
such pain.