Despite the blizzard that is she
despite the roaring winds
the cruel cold
harsh darkness
within.
Burning candle
unaffected by the storm
bowed
head bent
so very very dear.
She is strong
standing tall
in her pain
wrapped around
chains that bind
holding her to the wall
holding her memories.
Mouth open
silent screams
all she wants
to be heard.
Look into her eyes
see within
darkened despair
agony
fear
that she is not enough
never enough
for those looking at her.
Gather her close
rekindle the fire
burn through the coldness
bring to her desire.
Watch her astonishment
as you remind her
once more
you will always be there.
A light in the blizzard.
A port in the storm.
You are home.
©Jan. 29/20
Picture via Pinterest
This poem was begun by John at The Eclectic Contrarian and sent my way to develop. This was the first time we have done it with a poem. Other times he has sent me pictures to write about. He is my adopted brother in another country from a totally different set of parents who is a great man and a really good friend. We also provide great comedy free of charge in the comments section. 🙂
This is the link to John’s take on it. Polarity
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