My relief

'Twas typical British weather in the 

Monotone known as the day to day;

Overcast. the sky sketched of dark shades, 

Sunlight breaks through but never stays. 

The cold seeps through into my heart, slowly

Turning it to ice, making my chest tight,

But just before my end, I stumble 

Upon you - my warmth, my light...

                                               My relief....

You were a blossoming rose, stark red amidst the white;

In a life of turmoil, you were all that was right. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the metaphor used here....she is like weather...the good weather that is a relief from the storms...i have experienced weather in trinidad and tobago...rain one moment, shine the next...and life is similar, really helps to have a love to share those changes with...for sure.

nicely done..

j.

[R.M.C]

Thank you for your kind words j. I'm glad that you understood my poem and recognized and appreciated the metaphor... there's nothing that makes me happier than when my poem connects with the reader...