The Feel


 Despair. That look in a mothers' eye. Rain trembling in the silence, swimming in puddles of joy. The pain has not yet set in, but what is she to do with her Keeper?   Sunrays ignite the flames of the fire she holds.  Unaware of how hot the coals stand.  Misery creeps much stronger.  Her power more great than anyone can withhold.  Lost in the ravine of the feel.  Hope light can bring her back out again.



"Lost in the ravine of the feel" - so beautiful!
This poem creates the feel and uncertainty that it it describes, making the reader a part of the writing.

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