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| Subject: Stained Glass in a Winter's Blizzard | |
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Author: Tammy |
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Date Posted: 06:54:14 01/20/08 Sun There's an ache that radiates from within the quietest, and most private parts of me unseen, untouched by man Like the wind-whipped air that blows from the North clawing at the heart that beats in barely audible pulses This ache, like no other passes through with a shiver that cacades down each vertibrae leaving it's icy marks in it's wake The faint sounds of howling is heard off in the distance and now echoes into the heart of a woman now forlorn The forboding blizzard that tears at my soul in menacing tones of regret where sheets of ice form An ache like no other as the reality sinks deeper searing like a hot iron on the backhide of reality Brandishing with distinction the immeasurable pain that now stamps my life claiming the innocent How on earth did I come to this? Where hearth no longer flames a golden warmth of dreams that would carry me through winter Yet, the sting of ice pellets whips at my very being the core of who I once was, and who I dreamed I would be Yet, the howling of distant wolves, leaves an eerie echo in the chambers of my heart reminding me that dreams die How is it, a woman sees love through the stained glass of truths that shatters in a chaotic frenzy by a winter blizzard's mighty fist In the middle of a frozen tundra where all dreams are caked with the harshest of ice drops that flash freezes all good sense There is no springtime that might push to bring forth spring flowers that would lap up the golden sun's rays and be gently brushed by the promise of a gentle summer's breeze When what is left inside my heart is the shards of stained glass that cuts deeper at each thought of those perilously lost moments within frozen crystals of a blizzard that rakes my soul [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |