Poetry Collection

Reignition

I feel winter’s breath running chills down my neck.

Thunder’s clap booms in my ears,

In this lonesome field where I stand

The world has robbed me of breath.

Death’s claws rake at my insides,

While midnight’s hour erases my light.

Under cloud’s cover

Life frosts me over with crystal ice.

The cold settles in like a silent mist,

The past set in stone,

Is determined to haunt me into quivering unrest,

A ghost of guilt budding from drowning sorrows.

Slowly, silently, subtly,

A new flame flickers from a dry candle.

The fiery heat begins to melt my ice,

Thaw and return me from my chained memories.

Such a gentle gift,

A question of forgiveness,

A spark of hope

And the return of longing.

But can a small love

Reignite a dead heart?

Will the flickering flame burn out,

Before I start to live again?