Possibility

Bereft of plight in such enchantingly dim light
The sorrows stained but chance remains
In the cold of night still creeps worthless fright.
The soul's drained from doubt ingrained
In the depth hides all the whimsy that I abide
Long has it been locked and bound by sin
Drowning deep inside just waiting to be tried
Fearful to begin but yearning breathlessly again
Infection recants slowly frozen cold by chance
And breath again seen rising low in steam
First warming glance a heart beat begins to dance
And a slight gleam gives life back to a dream.