The scathing burden of memories austere,
Impossibly tortuous quest through the dark,
Recrudescent life piercing through fear,
The revival of a once quiesced dormant spark.
Life finds a way once it’s found a worthy goal,
Effervescent fragility not extinguished,
The journey a more telling story of the soul,
Be it not your disquiet but resolute that’s distinguished.
As the ominous charcoal clouds approach formation,
And the everyday familiar grows distant,
Destructive vices move to cripple creation,
Yet the will and the sinew remain resistant.
Soft fragility supporting gossamer air,
A seemingly ductile, delicate complexion,
Complements a defence of those in your care,
An ardent defence, a fervent protection.
Avail yourself now of the chains that you bear,
The actions you’ve taken and words you’ve spoken,
Not so the chains without consolation you may wear,
But so the chains of your burdens may be broken.