Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Spring Outside My Heart

Promise blooms now.
Brightly colored hope, renewed,
bounces and wavers on thin arms
strengthening, harden
outside my portal --
a world I view and
should commune within.

Eager was a child who played
in fresh green, once white
slipped below the surface
and the glow lingered longer
upon a simple, burgeoning land.
And, she was there
to hold my hand.

But, now my hands are worn
with no gentle, guiding fingers to touch.

Blast the shaky glass
and tousle the trembling green.
Dampen the entire scene
while I'm inside, protected.
Howl if you will; I dare
not look in my heart
for strength, because

no end for this story, except
to wait it out.


5.7.21
brief edits 5.24.21

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