Curls of Light

Beneath feigned gleeful tales of denial
where secrets solemnly sleep
in resignation's crippling crypt
hearts bruised and broken
feeling entwined
within the echoing snare
of recrimination.

Languishing in guilt's catacombs
afraid to reach out
where voices will howl
their caustic reminiscences.

Above one's bed of pity
arrives the face of compassion,
that angel who sees only beauty
instead of scars.

Unspoken love flows with a knowing stare,
simple curl of lips
shines its lightning bolt encouragement,
it burns into the hollows of tears
drying the stream of regret
until one can rise again
following the candle lit
which becomes a sun
bringing dawns of hope
lasting a life time.