Rocks

Shnow, Black Forest, Germany

When we choose...

When we choose
To Light the Match
There is some fear
There is trepidation

When we choose
To Light the Match
We
Have control

We can quickly snuff it out
Or move forward
Without a doubt

When
The Match is lit
By someone/something else
We have no choice
But to fight
Or turn and run

I'm sad
For those
Who had no choice
And had to flee

Fear
Loss
Devastation

Some never recover

Oh to be thankful daily
For every precious moment
That we have

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Maple street is confused

Color on Maple