Unablaze

Pummeling, prodding, pounding

A spear impaled my heart

For lack of silence

My passion quelled

 

Outside a raging storm

Of dark clouds and of thunder – of rain

Of pain, of madness, of ill fate

My faith drenched

 

And yet it burns

Not as bright as before

It dances in the breeze

A single flame

 

In existence it exudes

My spirit exhibited