NaPoWriMo Day 8 - For H, Something Stolen
For H - untitled, off prompt… I said I wouldn’t cry Wouldn’t let the quivering of my lips win, break me. I said I wouldn’t bend, Wouldn’t sag beneath this weight this unrelenting burden of grief A harsh wind clasps Me by my throbbing throat Enrobing me in the scales Of its cold, wintery fingers. Something’s stolen you From me, and all I have left Is hope, that when tomorrow comes The Sun will shine.