The iceheart holds within safe-stored
A cracked and splintered dream
Bound up with frayed and raveling cord
The shards of yesterday
To tumble in the torrent’s rush
Tomorrow’s pebbles there
Speak words that crumble in the hush
Giving rise to today
What was, what is, what might have been
When all is done and said
Regret, remorse can split the skin
And ice of phoenix breaks free

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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