Trinkets of Sunshine

There are troubles here.

Sometimes we don't want to see them,

Sometimes we see them and don't want to believe.

In these houses they're quiet and swept under the rug,

Outside they're exploited and live-streaming through our veins.

In the aftermath of 9-11, in the aftermath of a shattered heart,

we cry, we avoid, we grieve, we forgive.

We may not face it gracefully

-we needn't even try-

But though we will surely falter,

we will always persevere through these troubles.