Summer

Too old for starting over

Too young for caving in

Too destitute for dreaming

Too blessed for wars within

Beneath the crackled edges

An ember glows untouched

Begging for a kindling

Hindered, cooled, and hushed

Too much to ask for freedom

Too unleashed to be restrained

Too broken for remembering

Too repaired for placing blame

Across the water, howling

Beckoning, pulling forth

A destiny lies calling

And is put to rest by force

Too serious for risking

Too playful to succumb

Too wintery for planting

Too summer to be numb