To Give
#3 of Esoterica
This is a poem witting based on the writing prompt "Help". Writers were allowed to interpret that in any way they saw fit as long is it stayed true to the theme of lending aid to another person. I am extremely proud of this poem because it was written during a time when I was advising a friend and giving them some emotional support.
A somber shroud deludes the brightened mood of kin concludes,
A favor asked in crisis may shift the colours which paint this day,
Call on me and I will flood my heart with cures to calm your cancer,
An aide to aid in tempestuous time when silence is not the answer.
Help is the damper on the raging storm and like a surgeon I will perform, with heated tools held in sterile glove, help is how I show my love. For the ones in my life I do care, those problematic winces I will share and lift the weight of the burden you bare. Bright shimmers of fractured light glimmers from the cinders of an issue that now serves as tinder for the phoenix that rises past the shroud; I watch as you break each layer of cloud.
I ask you for nothing in return, to remedy a friend is the flame I burn.