Fragile As Raindrop

While looking far beyond misty gale until convulsion of night quavers-- just remember, in spite drizzles new morning salves torment: I watch those gentle eyes roam against a skeletal frame-- yet, lightness around you glows more precious than dawn. Cherishing you this way soothes the vicious gush of hours; and that raindrop upon a sallow face trickles down onto a furrowed neck, defying the tumor of pain its mortal ovation… Although brave those eyes are, white cells invade an exhausted gait like thinning hail. I watch you smile heroicly at night’s downpour, Mama-- You are beautiful fragile as the raindrop. 11/20/2018 For Craig Cornish’s The Raindrop Contest