How Can It Not Be

{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : GUARD }

 

How Can It Not Be

A Queen without a throne
A Guardian’s broken bone
When all is lost and gone
How can it not be they are alone?

How can it be, people ask but do not care
For the answer they seek, simply is not there.
Dissecting endlessly until they kill the unity
Returning satisfied to their cognitive impunity.

Take my hand, a mother said to her girl
To the library, quick…where stories are kept.
The girl became a woman, the stories grew old
Her memories light a candle, for neither she, nor her mother are alone.

A tear shared, a soul bared, impossible dared
How can it not be we are alone?

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(Beyond their reason, we walk
Beyond their treason, we talk
Beyond their traps, we trust
Beyond their maps, we must
Beyond their pretense, we love
Beyond their roads, our path

This is how…)

 

BY THE COMPANY OF WARRIORS I KEEP

Spira / Nick © September 2022