Poetichick
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A tear I shed in many a day. A bubble that is solitary in a sea of ice, while a black-hearted fool dost make his way. Many see a whole person, pure and simple, like a warm summers night. Instead, what they do not see is a shell of what used to be, a once yet former him. He has been called too naive for his own good, but through the dark shadow less night, he somehow finds his way.
He travels the
night to find the day, a day in which he may find a sunrise, a sunrise in which the winter of his soul may melt away.
The snow is extremely deep and cold. One could die from the ice in his stare, but there is a glimmer of hope. A flower of beauty lives within, no one knows how, but no one questions why. Made of ice and snow but beauty lies within, for within lies true beauty which only few may see.
This black-hearted fool wanders on in his world of snow and ice, he does not know it, but the worst is yet to come. A storm of the soul, a bleeding of the heart, but the blood is not the warm red that we know, but the ice cold blue that has traveled through his veins for oh so long. He does not weep for anything, for he knows nothing but his cold, dark self.
Although he knows nothing but the cold, he shivers and a thick layer of snow falls off this man. He feels the cold around him and is amazed at how his dark, dismal life has influenced the life of those of once he loved.
Behind a thick sheet of ice he sees, he sees his family and sheds a tear. He has seen what they are truly worth, not the meaningless objects that he once saw them to be, but the warm, loving, caring family that he once saw.
He begins to pound on the ice so very thick, he screams, yells and kicks the ice but through all the fighting, he has not yet prevailed. He continues nothing can keep him down. The snow is blowing all about him, as the snow falls even harder around him. He pounds, kicks, tries to melt the wall with his breath and rams the wall; there is a determination within him that tells him, "You will prevail."
He breaks down, not the wall but breaks down emotionally, "I just want to see my family and tell them that I love them," he sobs. In an instant, the flower within this once black-hearted fool blooms and shines truer than any gem in the world.
As he continues sobbing, the wall slowly melts, the sun has risen on his soul, melting the once bleak winter away, but alas, it is too late. His wife is gone, his children went with to; he is left to his bleak world all alone. As the snow softly falls within and without, this once saved fool was saved too late.
I let no one see me cry, but the product of those tears are those poems that I share here.
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