Disabled kids on mats in Zimbabwe
Frozen babies in Syria
Lonely and ostracized Chinese in the apartment next door
- it’s not my problem
Homeless graduate returned from Korea
German exchangers seeking life’s meaning
Buddhist monk confronting fragility
- it’s not my problem
What is my problem?
Absence? Desertion? Loneliness?
Gratitude for what has been?
Hope for what might yet be?
Despair, the faithful companion, for now?
The weaving of contrasting threads
wraps around my hurting heart.
This tapestry disguises potential lost
and possibilities unnamed.
So I ask,
What is my problem?
© A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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