beneath the frost the heart lies still
enshrouded deep by sorrow’s will
no ember warms its hollow shell,
no touch can break the frozen spell
one thinks to wrap it (soothe its ache)
to shield it more.. a kind mistake
yet layers thick but smother breath
and bind the heart with living death
strip bare the weight, let sorrow weep,
exposed to storms it finds its keep
through trials sharp the core refines
and beats anew with fiercer signs
Wordly truth
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