Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase

A Fire Still

A fire will still ignite,

behind fevered eyes –

a glacier always standing under harsh light,

undefined beneath worded frights;

This world can become an unstable mess –

don't you stare into their rays,

can pick up needless, poisoned stress –

don't you dare go within their blaze;

There's significance to tears rippling my face,

stricken voice may lower with somber crack –

Yet, mine strength goes deeper than blood can taste,

no single drop will lose to waste.