Temper The Steel
The tears are just too real,
Flowing so, so deep reigning hurt.
One quakes in sobbing emotions
That hurt heaves a broken heart.
The dagger of reality penetrates,
Wherein words do fail to express,
Those feelings being so distraught,
Twisted taunt asunder distressed woe.
Bemoan deep down those depressions
Upon wrath’s sword bearing pure rejection.
Wherein one weaves alone a cocoon cell,
Layers being isolated from the whole world.
Alas the pyre will of those departing Angels,
Does rain down optimism upon loved ones
To temper the steel with true grit strength
That elevates them forward with Phoenix wings.
Death does temper the steel inside the soul
That as loved ones depart in true grit strength,
We celebrate their life sharing past memories
To move us forward with new Guardian Angels.
Angel, I do love you so,
And for ever and forever,
You will be inside my heart
Temper The Steel.
PS. The title came from a post by Janet Brennan.
To BEE David Lester Young 03/29/15 ©