Pain…

…condensed in the snow…as dark and sorrowful as the northern wind will blow…

…only the truth of distrust lies in the shadows…distant as a mother’s touch…

…pain knows I am a fool…no one understands this…better than I do…

…this discomfort…the blink of an icy pond…no longer lingered upon…

…agony taunts me…reminds me of who I used to be…

…pain is a constantly unraveling thread to the tapestry of my soul…

Shaded Kisses

Pain in the far away awakens, early.

Awakens me blurry.

Reconfigured steps become cryptic shapes of travels.

Journeys from another life.

I make myself,

as tall as, can be.

With desperation escorting me.

I wish no sympathy before the yield.

That is no part of the big plan.

Anguish becomes anger.

Anger becomes anguish.

A bond that is sealed…

With a shaded kiss.imageedit_7_4209098320