Narrow minds and futile battles
shatter dreams that could have been
gone illusions of graceful living
seeking meaning in between.
Falling down and getting up
stumbling all along
to find a balance in a life
that lost its morning song.
Broken glass and tall closed gates
barefoot walking on hot sand
feeling endless wishes burning
and hopes that never end.
Longing for a peaceful respite
from a world that only knows
the price of every little thing
but doesn’t value a lonely rose.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California