To Irène Némirovsky...For M Poem by r james sterzinger

when the cold comes
under the door
when fear wraps around you
hang on to the hope
of love

pray
induce spells
whisper incantations at the wall
find beauty
trace your finger
in dirt

you have come
forward to the understanding
of the silence between
the words

now they cannot touch you
whatever comes
you can't touched:
not by trial
not by prison
death itself can't get to you

always hang on
to the magic
and the hope that is love
for that is life