Resilience

The soul recoils when darkness lingers on plunges into a silent deep to drown but dreams come alive by the light of dawn resilient is the one that breaks not down. The yearning for applause does not abate grace is intact when the heart finds its home nothing sates the mind, none is left to fate. Daylight fades, and my soul is free to roam. But there is no sunrise, only the gloom of a brooding sky. Clouds scurrying low overhead make me feel a chill, like doom leading me to waters icy in snow. I need a fresh wind to end this bleeding, and pain to gather up its things, pack up then slip away with no time for pleading, breathe resilience a fragrance in my cup. I wait for spring to come and melt the snow one flake at a time, all the woods budding each tiny leaf and flower to bestow enchantment to a grim world rebounding. @jjote 022321