Children Who Walk Among the Pieces

She is nothing
if not simply
complicated.  Her
skin deep beauty is something
despised by her.  There

is something greater within.  He sees her
as she longs to be. His

arms offer only peace in
an indifferent world
where children cannot survive.


  1. This poem is as beautiful as a child. Concise but profound.

    • I just realized I didn’t have the poem in this post and edited it! Found the poem in my computer files and filled the post in. Glad I caught it in time.

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