Under Haiku

Sometimes I stay home
weighted down under my fears
finding sad comfort

Under the weather;
laying in his his bed, coughing,
not yet over it

Under the surface
there lives a still and thin voice
calling out the truth

Seldom spoken word
of act quite misunderstood
Kindness is lonely

Sharpness and softness
one rests under the surface
the other on top

They'd put him under
and I prayed right beside him,
called him Superman

A lifetime ago
sadness was under her skin
till it took over