Trouble rains down. Seeking safety behind mommy’s skirt. Hiding from troubles rising a foot an hour. No protection from fear. Death. Hiding behind whispers, “What can I do.” Hiding under the clear, sunny sky, “it’s not my problem.” Cowardice! Hiding behind meager gifts. Dollars in a bucket. Towns and lives destroyed! The flood of pain washes hope away. Hiding behind a fall of hair. Hiding. Watching. Thinking. Seeing fear, pain, injustice. No shelter. No safety. Paralyzed. Cowardice! Thinking, “Be Brave.” Stand up. Face the truth. Join one voice to another. Create a chorus for unity, fairness, justice. Join one to another. Provide shelter. Fight for justice. Build a better world. Be Brave.
(Prose Poetry: written like prose using the tools of poetry. Your critique is requested. Written in response to the daily prompt, Cowardice, combining elements from recent new.)