Micro-Poetry #13



Glimmering sunshine in the cold November,

Warming the soul to the bone;

Enough heat for a season,

Enough warmth for an eternity;

Searing amidst the underlying cold of my soul.



An iced lake,

Hardened by the cold;

Follow in its footsteps through solitude,

And onto faith you shall hold.



A learning curve of the beating heart,

Bearing the truths of forbidden tales;

Smearing life with the blood of one’s pain –

Overcoming beat by beat.


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