Donnerstag, 3. Juni 2010

Unfinished Business


Lost, In the strife with fate...
Lying broken in an ungainly wreck..

The defeat is frost,
its sway like cold...
its icy wind bite into hopes turned old...
The pain of loss like needles of ice,
evoking sharp but silent cries.

It can be hidden this sorrow and pain,
underneath this warm blanket of shame...

But stirring within this shattered frame,
an inflamed spirit calls me by name..
It commands me to recoup my strength..
and stand my ground and fight again...

It gives no warmth but pours courage untold,
to return to battle and back to the cold...

And so I return to challenge my fate...
With words on my lips,"Its not over yet...".

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