Poetry From The Heart
The night’s chill hugs wintry moment’s
loneliness crowd’s happiness
hopeless to catch peace without patience
it’s been this way for a period.
A heart won’t survive without a bud
demands nourishment and tending.
Blood won’t flow without veins
passions don’t ignite denied ignition.
Life pauses on wonky day’s
strips ambitions and expectations.
Walks are weak and winding
if one is lost and freewheeling.
Hesitations lead to failures
leaves a brain cold and directionless
time lapses and days turn into years
lost in a haze of oblivion and emptiness
without a guide to bargain for freedom
and an ability to express love and passions.
The night’s chill hugs wintry moment’s
stokes a smoldering furnace
rips away entrapments rooted inward
releases fears and qualms gripping its link
provides ability and assurance
keeps the kindle torched to burn authentic.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.