Proudly Walking Away
Before the lion-tempered winds of March returned
Trashing yellowed petals of fragile, tiny crocus bloom
I breathed fury from the bitter, tainted love I spurned
And walked away, even though her anger spelled doom
In my unwavering path away, I swept clean the room,
I packed fragments of unblemished love that were right
Carried them confidently into the darkness of that night.
Written June 19, 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
