The ignorance

The brier ridden path runs red with blood
Each persons trek; a life of cuts and pain
Some scars become covered by the thick mud
Others protrude outward, no two marks prove the same

In life and paths the same
Horse blinders cover the grief in others eyes
A way of proving interest in others rather than some cordial game
Each persons trial another beautiful constellation in the skye

Michaels mother died of cancer a year ago
His sad complection will fade away slow
Rachael's dad relieves stress in the form of Friday night fights
Her bruised arms turn yellow and purple in the dim light

Every day brings a new sun to burn our skin
No sun lotion yet proven sufficient protection
Interactions grow cold and harsh with friends and kin
All their faces grow dark in a display of lonely complection

When the day grows grey from the all around
Try to stand a bit taller and bear your chest high
Remember a short memory is better than an angry tongue bound
Aspire to the mountain peaks and allow your open wings to fly

Though sadness may proliferate our every day
Tie the pony tail to your belt
So that way
You can't look down