Moments of restlessness and hopelessness
Stewing a poisonous brew for my heart.
What can we really do?
Who can I really trust?
The almighty left long ago
The Devil bored, creativity waning.
But then sun opens glimmering white,
the children's teeth.
A laugh, a question.
An argument, a touch.
Strength fills my bones
and I leave Delilah amidst the sheets.
It lies in the people
There is a Hope
Placing the pieces
waiting for us to pick them up.
Zachary Rodriguez - email@example.com