Loneliness
as sharp
as a knife
An iron claw
gripping and clipping
the heart
on a misty morning
in autumn
Cool lovers
giving cold comfort
and abuse
No warm embrace
left for me
Chills
run down my spine
my heart aches
but rather than break
I try and surrender
to the pain
that seems to last
an eternity
Release the energy
of violence and victimhood
to embrace myself
at last
in the dawn
of a brand new day
Love
at last
for the child within
The phoenix rises
and spreads its wings
Kirsten Zeemeermin 