seeds

i could shatter
to pieces,
words are only
fictions
for the broken to capture
and let
linger on the
tips of their
tongues;
frozen and desperate
they become
a small reason to
hope

important lessons are
left
in the hands of
the less capable;
how then is
a plant expected
to grow
when it is
begun from a
dead seed?



~ A. L. Stippich