Fragile
I could see
Longing
I could feel
Pain encapsulates me
Sorrow mourns me
more than I mourn sorrow.
All that I am
is the weakness of my spirit
the temperature of my surroundings
yet all that I am
is just so much more.
As pure as snow
from the crypts of my heart
I rise again.
As pure as snow
I breathe the air
and know that I am really here
blossoming into me.
©lilaboard
L