Remember Smiling? - Linda M. Crate

everyone wants
to be found
yet not everyone
is discovered
too long i've laid
here an angel buried
beneath the ice
my heart
beating blue black
melodies of
winter
blanketing the world with
a whiteness that
wasn't mine,
i just wanted someone to
remember my
entropy,
but maybe that's not what's
needed, maybe the
world needs to remember
my smile
burning through all the snow
and ice that cuts us
in it's apathy;
maybe i'm meant to be the star
that lights all the candles
on fire,
and be the sage to save
the world from
every note of darkness pouring
in it's sweet poison
lute
when eyes can scarce
remember to shove it away.

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Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, reviews, articles, and short stories have been published in a myriad of magazines. Her novel Amethyst Epiphany is forthcoming from Assent Publishing.