Verses from the Soul

A Missive

I am fascinated by the beauty,

the horror,

of humans.

Your gentleness and loyalty

Your cruelty

and your chilly coldness

Your beauty is evident in the way a mother loves her children;

the shoulder you have for a friend to lean on;

your staunch support for those you believe in.

But, oh! How unfeeling you are

As evident when I stroll through a field of red;

the pigment dyeing the ground and sky

a vivid, brilliant crimson, an autumn of the fallen.

And the leaves are swept up by the cool, crisp breeze

Flying through in a hurry

For there are more leaves to fetch

More leaves to fall

More leaves to die and shrivel up into a distorted, unrecognizable figure

Who will then be repeatedly stepped on

As if they are lost,

Forgotten,

Among the masses

You send your young men and women off to war

But in reality

You send them straight to me

But, what I fail to understand

Is your resilience

your stubbornness

How you get up after falling again and again;

Plaster a smile on your face-

and hit the ground running

Ready for more, hungering for more

I admire your strong will

Your headstrong nature

When the whole world turns against you

You turn it back around

You turn it back around, and lift yourself up

Chin raised;

eyes bright.

For, if I have learned one thing, it is this:

No matter how beautiful,

or how ugly

You humans seem,

one thing is for sure

You are faith

You are hope

You are survival

((Thanks for reading! Inspiration came from the way "The Book Thief" (by Markus Zusak) was written.))