When a conception
dissolves,
how do we
ever know
it was there
to begin with?
When a heart
shatters
so many times
it turns to dust
and blows away,
how do we know
it felt at all?
When freedom
slips between
the cracks of
hate and injustice,
how do we know
we were ever free?
When right
is murdered
by selfishness
and greed,
how do we know
evil wasn’t always
the winner?
Sparks 