Heart’s Shards
Dripping tired dragging a dire chore,
atmosphere numbed by fool's care.
Limping and laden under lousy days,
on shoulder hangs his burdens’ lair.
Soiled old satchel he settles down,
at Despair’s cliff edge sucking on air.
Opens bag to collect an odd object,
light of hope in a flaming little flare.
Rose hued radiance seeps in release,
charms from a supernova of the heart.
dropping the shard he denies its light,
satchel is tied for chores hardest part.
He hurls his burden howling it into flight,
blank eyes watch his hope eclipsed by the night.
EaS
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