Fragile/Poetry

 

In gentle faith I tender my heart,

blushed with desire, the fire but a soft glow

on velvet cheek.

 

In pure hope I turn my face upward,

drink in the light, so bright and warm until

the chill slips in.

 

With icy fingers Winter’s hand traces painful

lines of doubt onto my skin, within the blood turns

cold with longing old.

 

Seasons of cold indifference and loss

must be endured, no matter the cost, for when frost

is chased away once more

 

the bloom upon my cheek returns

as the tiny spark still burns deep within my soul-

and whole, I look up and find

the sun ever bright,

pure light

Life’s promise.

 

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