Oh No

Trapped in the web work of hope and loss

Her pain is my pain

The butterflies of juxtaposition

Dove tail night and day

I fear the smile of hope is being submerged

In the shadow of despair

There are so many losses on this battlefield

There is so much injury here

If I could rain flower pedals

To pillow and buffer her

I would

Her pain is my pain

There is still hope nested at the corner of her smile

Please pull the web work down

Foreground doesn't have too be defined by background

Image and context are separable

Tears don't have to define the day

Her pain is my pain