For the Frostbound

A Year of Sonnets — 010/365

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Take every scrap of grief, bind it away
with joy and light and all those other dreams.
Hold it in trust, for there will come a day
to let those feelings spill out from your seams
and wash the world away. Take up your tape,
now with it fix the weeping wounds that gnaw
your grace to naught. Now dream of your escape
to brighter days wherein your chest can thaw.

Come hope with me for sunlight and fair skies,
for Hope is what we have: our lives, in trust,
must wait for now, until our monsters die.
Though holding on will hurt, we simply must.
And though our loss is bitter, youth and light
and more — we make that sacrifice and fight.