eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]

The Light

A delicate
yet intricate
soaring soul
with wild
raging fire
of desire
burning
in her heart

They mistake
her kindness
as her weakness
but in a world
of inexplicable hate
being heartily
kind-hearted
wasn't benevolent
it was being
bravely courageous

Having faith
and hope
in the smeared
and smudged
hearts around
it needed unending strength
and vigor
from all the
layers within
secured and
sealed inside

It startled her
at times too often
making her wonder
if everything that
she'd built would
start shattering
completely leaving
the mist of haunting
memories behind

But then a
surprising spark
in another was all
she needed to know
that she was needed in
this abysmally dark tunnel
the light at the end
of the long tiring path
that's what she was