Frigid spring storm through yellow strands of silk obscures delicate rose hue.
Grit in eyes, the heart pushing through. Gale force versus soulforce this day.
A world apart, now ever more. Soul feeds, radiance glows from below. No hidden self left to hide. Shadow broken, light pushes through.
Truth is miserable this morning and the next. One day free, only time will tell. Sense my own Soul in the windows of the path. Cold spring gale persists. Glimpse of love insists.
Awoke to this betwixt. Tomorrow time and age shall shame me again; This time, I know I have a true friend.
Hello Unchained Soul, your poem is deeply moving and beautiful.