Frost's Fire

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A rehearsal's mess. Stage fright?
I miss showing up yet another time.
Fates frost tickled tongue.

Breath lingers along, heavy like fog.
While words rest like silhouettes.
I wait for my life to catch up with song.

Rhythm bends the ear a rhymes nursery.
Eager in the cold a fire burns my chill.
Dropped like petals from a stem.

I grasp the snow to find flakes within.
Am I crushed? No not close.
Stories told about how I am too bold.

Anxious or age's grasp? Practice fails me.
Hollow & held, wrought karmas others sow.

FE&E 2 Alison
1ov3 David

Post Script: Life seeks balance holding space while collapsing tension.