Fortune is Fickle
..like The Wind in Your Arms
Fortune is fickle
like the wind in your arms
like the tears on your face
when you can't hold a friend
when the love in your heart is a frozen flower
blooming in blasted field of dust and hurt.
Fortune is fickle
like the sun on your face
when you reach into ashes
to reclaim your heart
getting burnt by the embers
is the least of your pain.
Take my hand, hold my soul -
I'll warm you with the fires of my despair,
we'll grow a field of flowers
on the blasted plain.
like the wind in your arms
like the tears on your face
when you can't hold a friend
when the love in your heart is a frozen flower
blooming in blasted field of dust and hurt.
Fortune is fickle
like the sun on your face
when you reach into ashes
to reclaim your heart
getting burnt by the embers
is the least of your pain.
Take my hand, hold my soul -
I'll warm you with the fires of my despair,
we'll grow a field of flowers
on the blasted plain.
Published by Kylyssa Shay
Kylyssa Shay spent 18 years as a professional floral designer and has aquacultured marine life for fun and profit. Ms. Shay is a freelance writer, an atheist and an avid life-long learner with unusual life e... View profile
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3 Comments
Post a CommentI love the last line!
Very powerful...thanks for sharing!
I liked the last four lines very much because of the image of flowers springing up from the "blasted plain". I have much to learn about poetry but this part struck me deeply.