by Westley Nash
A heart defrosted after a lifetimes wait
feels its first warming beat.
Ice turning to droplets that pool on the ground
beneath trembling feet.
Eyes awoken to the bright days light,
shielded by hands that have finally known the touch of affections might.
A voice rendered silent by the endless frost
cries out in fury at so many years lost!
But now breathing, seeing and believing in something strong,
this ancient warrior stands ready
to fight until he has won!
[artwork by Westley Nash]