One

Someone so brave
with a posture so dainty.
a fist full of rose thorns you clutch at so tightly.
someone so calm
with a head full of treason
a mouth spilling words that no longer hold reason.

isn't it slight that your hands have turned grey and the clouds over winter now stand in your way.
is it not beauty that locates those eyes, lost in a forest of torment and lies.
or simply a wish that a day will be better, and the morning will follow with a small childs laughter.