Love's Truth

Love’s Truth

I exist,

within the frozen wastes of my pain;

a place where I have become Baked Alaska.

A desert never trusted

to be hot or cold.

Often avoided

to escape the uncertainty

it exudes in name.

Yet I am warm

beyond belief;

and giving beyond comprehension.

It is my Achilles heel,

the one weak spot

where I am simply

moribund.

Where I am vulnerable

to the aspirations

of grasping,

devious sirens,

who would

suck me dry.

Yet I am a gladiator,

a brave and honourable warrior

on the field of battle.

 

11/12/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

What a clever and apt analogy. Baked alaska. Maybe I am deep fried ice cream.:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We Glasweigians invented the deep fried Mars and Snickers bar lol! Thanks 'M'

[Layi Tate]

And yet your still here which makes you not only a fighter but also a survivor ;)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha perhaps I just never learn the lesson lol. Thank you Layi.

[Layi Tate]

Lol some never do :p

[Ruth]

Takes strength to give and give when one feels so open...stunning piece xo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you poppy!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my weak spot, absorb the pain and keep giving...vulnerable...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We are brothers Jacob as we have often said!