Modern Romanticism

Once deprived
of what there is
to redo.

Once survived,
only with brittle flakes
in your grasp.

It’s that moment
to rethink illusions,
to untie
the paralyses
from heartstrings.

Come quiet
through the thunder,
dropping walls
that kept you crawling
always under.

Come above
where sunlight flourishes,
where angel wings
rain down seeds
to swell the spring.

Homebound,
where streams are fabric
for your isolated,
vulnerable shell,
you’ll be redeemed
right on time.