Sunday, August 13, 2006

Fragile Selves

Posted By on Sun, Aug 13, 2006 at 8:40 PM

The following was written by an anonymous mental patient as part of a hospital poetry/therapy program.

Whenever I See Children

Whenever I see children,
Inclining their mild faces,
Enchanted at their play,

Floating in the dappled
Light along the tangled
Garden wall, I tremble

For their futures and wonder
At the fates which, even
Now, corrupt and bruise

Their fragile selves. We know
We cannot warn them. But might
They understand it even

Now? Might they sense
Already the tangled growth
Around them and play in an

Insistent dread: their lives
Are not their own?
Blessing be upon them

For wisdom and for courage
To face their fated futures
And the darkness still to come.


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