Splintered glass strewn across the ice,
like a broken mirror that rips and throbs
with the rippling cracks of heartache
each drop of blood a window –
My footsteps falter, the rain biting,
I hold up my hands, streaked with cuts,
my tears tangle with the droplets,
and I dance alone into the night.
Footprints in the snow, encased in ice,
a golden spire that overlooks the lost
shards of a shattered and crying heart.
Hidden in the nook of a tread lies
a single stubborn stem, its pale blossom
opening slowly in the veil of moonlight.
Poem and art by me, A. A. Zingler
Open the door, step inside. Here you find a forest, teeming with animals and birds, which sweeps up the sides of snow-capped mountains. Here in the small pocket of beauty, one finds the essence of my soul.
A writer at heart, I delve deep into the finer details of humanity's spirit, and seek to share with others what gems I uncover. I find life exciting and full of interesting surprises, and despite the great pain that often confronts me, I persevere with the joy in my heart still bubbling, and the light of my soul still aflame.
There is a time and a place to introspect one's self, but often enough it is best to not look back in regret, but leap forward in the present toward the achievement of one's deepest dreams.
I am a wanderer. An explorer. One place cannot contain me for long, but to my friends and family, I remain loyal, for love is not bound by time nor place. Once cultivated and nourished continuously, it binds people together on a journey through the unknown reaches of life.
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As good depiction of the seed growth of love.