Where’s the comfort in that beautiful face?
Far from my eyes and close to my dull heart,
Pounding at the gate to which I’m encased.
In search for the key, to what fell apart?
A smile that shames the brightest white pearl,
Is stuck on me, a cold frost bitten mass.
Reminding me: I’m not a frozen girl,
While I die through the solid frosted glass.
Courage and bravery shines through your eyes.
I look first to him and he looks to God.
You wont let me fall into the world’s lies.
He wont give up, he’ll break through my façade.
What a cold and murky solid column,
Don’t worry for me, I’m frozen solemn.
Sheila, I love this sonnet. I know you know that but I really honestly do. It's so honest and raw. And even those it portrays struggle, there's still hope instilled into it. Keep writing and never stop. Brava friend!
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