
Insidiously
gripping
embracing
within its depths,
indiscriminately
paralysing.
Surrendering
to its intensity –
a rose
withering in a
dark
lonely
cold cave,
until
a flicker of light
unexpectedly
unsettles
its stronghold
and
finger
by
finger
it releases its grip
and hope is
rekindled.
Copyright © 2009 Norma Martiri
Form: Free Verse