but when does lithe
turn into brittle and frail?

at what point does compassion
become unforgiving?

the details are the story.

deception lies underneath
veiled truths aside facades.

Intention only has merit
when it's recognized.

as I try to contemplate
where my once lithe heart went,
I find solace in minutia.

knowing
4 guarded chambers
ice cold with steel walls
can be broken.

like volcanic ash
my heart will once again
be lava.

lithe
warm
undaunted.

05/13/2013

Posted on 05/14/2013
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