The Rain Was Quiet - And Bleeding

I want to touch it so badly.

A bright crimson flower
That mocked me with its beauty
And life.
It looks so beautiful from this distance.
But the fear of bleeding
Kept me at bay.

It broke my heart.

In what is right
What is wrong
And what genuine bliss is like.

It has been so long…

Aching hands not willing to let go
Of this elusive, fragile dream.
An endless darkness not wanting to open
To the light,
To the known reality.

Not just yet.

The emotions that came surging
Were raw and reckless.
They blurred my eyes.

But they never fall.

An endless winter,
A lingering sting...

One silenced soul.