Kept, kindly
like tin soldiers,
steadfast standing,
safeguarding the silver and gold
of my long laid out, late night thoughts
nestled, snug and silent
in the cracked bindings
of brokenhearted reflection...
Shelved, behind the breakfront
of antique pane... and pain...
the stacked dominoes of dare
and despair,
of dancing delight, and doubt, alike
My words, whittled warriors,
bravely battling the years, unfolded,
untold stories, only MY heart heard...
Kept, kindly...
for a day, just like today
Release the untold stories of brokenhearted reflections and dance in delight.
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Steadfast standing! Like soldiers. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.