Somber & Sorrow

Summer of Revelations

The summer you chose to freeze this thumping heart of mine,
Was one where you kept the roses and left me with their thorns, entwined.

I cradle these thorns, selflessly, as your final gift to me,
Their sharpness a cruel reminder of what was, and what can no longer be.
Beneath the weight of preservation, the pain intensifies,
As the thorns press deeper, my soul silently cries.

I suffer at the highest degree, a searing, silent ache,
Yet, in the midst of anguish, a revelation begins to bloom,
I start to see the beauty in my strength, in this darkened room.

For holding these thorns, despite the pain,
Is an element of beauty to love
Though you kept the roses, leaving only scars in their place,
I find power in enduring, in facing this harsh embrace

The summer of our love, both warm and cold,
A bittersweet melody, a story untold as I hold these thorns, my hands bloodied and bare,
I realise my heart, though wounded, still dares to care.