Dare To Care
It’s not frost you see, its fear.
The hollow spot left behind closed
as memories became sweeter softening
the hardness that once controlled.
Its frozen parts thawed gently
over the years.
Sorrow gives way to sheer weariness.
Happiness evades to dark corners
to simmer on a low heat allowing
its steam to rise occasionally as hope
remains a constant flame burning in
the dreariness.
Joy seems to have taken a holiday.
Intermittent moments, when it resurfaces,
bringing short bursts of laughter
along with smiles that last
until the occasion has spent its time
and had its say.
Love remains supreme, even incomplete.
Ingrained as it is in the soul that lives to
give without thought of receiving back,
often betrayed or simply passed over,
it continues to go forward
refusing to admit defeat.
A heart filled with love wants to share.
Mended, hidden for a short season,
its beacon is always there waiting
for the chance to give of itself
should someone take a chance,
see past fear and dare to care.
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2011
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