You burn
right through me-
Bright star of hope-
I am growing thin on promises,
cold in your absence
Digging deep
into a frozen wasteland
always a new beginning rises.
Another past
I leave behind
arms outstretched,
I ask for more.
Insatiable being
time can’t hold back
the desire to shine.
Still the shadows,
lock me in.
Forest of discontent
limbs offering another
stranglehold-
You burn
right through me-
Will I ever be free?
Powerful poem Lisa and one I can really relate to at the moment
ReplyDeleteLisa I remember you were interested and I wanted to let you know I finally published my book =)
Deletedef powerful...love the contrast of the sun of hope...and it burning you....right up front...ugh...the thin on promises as well...been there....
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