The things I thought a concrete "were"
I've now found I'm not really sure
Does the winter come to make all anew
As if nature suffers it will make it through
Are tests and trials for our own sake
To confirm somehow that we won't break
With no capacity to love in return
When new life emerges love it must learn
Our beloved ones someday will die
Is it our uncertainty that makes us cry
Those people who enter then exit our days
Discerning who's pure from he who preys
On our blue planet I'm a grain of sand
In my trivial state was there a demand
Why harbor such a horrible memory
Where's our strength to let it go free
How some heal and then how some fade
Could it be our will or how we are made
True is now false and false is now true
And so is the "were" I thought I knew
©S. Austin Vincoski
