Christina A. Sharik

I AM… A FENCE OF WIRE

Christina A. Sharik: I Am… A Fence of WireI am Silver
when I’m new
I keep things out and in –
I have holes, like little windows,
that let in all the wind.
A flower grows right through me;
a butterfly can pose
atop my shiny silver barbs
as if I were a rose.
The faces look out through the holes,
of that, they never tire –
My purpose often makes me sad…
I am a fence of Wire.

Author’s Note: For All POW/MIA