Cold Castles

Cold Castles was a poem I wrote about a young lady I know who finds the demonstration or receipt of love painfully difficult to understand or enjoy. Occasional acts of kindness have become a replacement for a genuine care and concern for people. And that, I find sad. To not be able to experience the joy of loving or being loved.

Forever you’ve resisted my love embrace
And my gentle kiss upon your sweet face
The wisdom to say the wisdom to not
Against all of these you’ve heartily fought

Never once have I seen a long lasting smile
Or joy overwhelming but for a while
To find any pleasure in life’s simple things
You pay them no value; you’ve brought down their kings

You love some by doing; a job never done
It keeps you from loving, or showing them some
Compassion or tenderness from deep inside
Afraid of the risk, in late shadows you hide

Like castles of old, you’ll mimic them all
Their walls, posts and turrets together will fall
Will it be from your own effort fighting within?
To break out of your prison of self doubt to win

Only one stone left standing, corner or grave
In cold, dark He reached down in effort to save
Did you hold on with dear life with what strength remained?
Or rebuild your walls ignoring beams hewn and stained