Still

ice forms

lips bleed

untruths

The Mind

becomes

numb

yet

I still believe

yes

I believe

in the worth of one’s intent

How can it be

you ask?

It is a place

of comfort

freedom from war

conflict

tearing bits of

soul

into remnants

of what could

have been

Once

upon

a

time.

Photography & poetry by FawnRising

2017 December 25