Three Pearls by Lindsey Malott

Hopeful Humanity

Wordless is the word that taunts the mind.
Desperate is the past we refuse to leave behind.
Hopeful for tomorrow towards fate’s great plan.
Bruised and torn we lie with open hands.


Disguised

If I were to say I’m not fond of you,
it would be a tall lie.
For, I know.
There are no friends or foes:
only friends in disguise.


Discovery

What if we ran
as fast as we could?
Hearts pounding,
lungs gasping.

To the very
end
of the universe.
To the last
facet of existence.

Only to find
everything we were
looking for
was inside our souls
all along, waiting…

{Poems by Lindsey Malott}