The cutest pair of baby shoes

Can also be symbols of grief

When you see them abandoned in the news

At a battleground, bloodied beyond belief.

The coolest autumn breeze

Though welcome in a warm night,

Will never fail to give you chills

When it's pitch black with no sign of light.

The purest water from the stream

Can still sting on an open wound.

However safe a place can seem

A buried battleground can always be found.

What's toxic for one is healing for another

What's comforting here is depressing elsewhere

Instead of complaining about all those colours

Let's learn to enjoy the rainbow when it's still there.

- Izzie