Poetry

Trite and True by Lacey Berig

Scarlet once donned your face.
Blush that brings pause to passers by,
But as days have passed 
So has the color from your cheek.
The sun has drained your glory.
Unnoticed by those who move on
Too quickly.

Our need for you is more than essential;
Hold fast, our symbol of delay.
Even Death hesitates to take the last of you
Bringing mercy to our order.

Stand tall in the bustle of chaos.
Be proud to create a moment’s hesitation.
You alone victorious in our haste.
We are indebted to your wisdom 
In the faded word to which you cling:

STOP

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