Triumph And Loss Poem by Uriah Hamilton

It breaks my heart
to see any flower suffer and fade
beneath the cruel sun
and in waterless places.

I came into the world to write
small, insignificant poems
and to also say little prayers
for the fragile and fearful.

In the brief days
of my tenuous existence,
I have to smile at intersections
of triumph and loss
while attempting to make positive decisions.

Until the end,
I'm going to believe
I made some sort of purpose
in the beautiful expression of kindness.

12: 36 PM 5-24-2020