Withering SONNET

poignant

Withered SONNET

 

I’m a broken flower, a damaged plant

Yearning for solace in the sun’s embrace

Stuck beneath dark lurks and shadowy chants

Of withered trees in autumn’s beauty haze

 

Withering away, while the whirlwind reigns

An empty rumor, for none to acclaim

Soaked wet anew, by the pattering rains

Yet I stand firm unbowed by deepest shame

 

The sighing trees shield the sun’s tender face

Like dirge emerges, I rise with strong faith

The gale howls fiercely, blowing pains away

Tears fall freely while hope and faith await

 

A chance to rise again from trembling tears

A chance to break the chains that fuel my fears