Pale

“The pale of life hold the most color.”

Not all wars are visible

the paled battles are the most vicious.

Not all tears reach the ground

some turn into rain drops

watering the earth.

Hunger is gray begins in overfeeding

turns the stomach into poverty.

Most voices are poor,

turned into paintings

sold as art to the highest bidder.

Faith can be empty and full of self righteousness ignorant to the capabilities of a lower nature,

Oh blind of heart

bleached of sight

do you not know?

every leaf falls to the ground and must wither that the tree continue to grow.

The pale of life hold the most color,

unaffected by the rising tides

never to wither

finds growth in the storm

changing her seasons.

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