When the light dwindles.
And the kindle in your soul withers.
All you seek is a needless forgiveness.
When adoration of self is so hard.
And your heart frostbitten turns to shards.
And our glass vessel.
Just seeks to be comfortably nestled in another.
There is no other.
No other need than someone to stop the tears that bleed.
To weed out the feral garden of the mind.
Vines twined around your feet.
Icicles sharp as nails fall like sleet.
Brushing against your brittle soul.
The vacuum in life.
That missing whole.
Brandish your own forgiving stole.
Let self forgiveness be warm and take hold.
Before the frost does more than bite and takes a hold.