I Felt His Icy Breath Upon My Heart Poem by Elia Michael

I felt his icy breath upon my heart,
A frigid column of air blown by Grief
To banish all joy and tear me apart.
He stole my soul, my happiness, this thief.
Long ago circumstances broke my heart,
Even now it quivers in disbelief
That I was forced to leave you and depart.
Passing years have given me no relief.
I think of you still - my eyes quick to smart.
I lack purpose, any pleasure is brief.
Yes, I felt his icy breath on my heart,
A sad trembling thing, Grief's wind-blown chilled leaf.

But a new spring is due and hope will come.
Exiled joy, stolen soul, come - come back home.