It Remains

The window may be frosted over
With struggle and depression
But through the glass lays
Something much deeper than that
Like a warming fire under the hearth
Or that one ornament on the tree
Maybe even that memorable space
Left behind
Like a blanket on the couch
There is a love in this house
One that is fragile yet strong
That is patient yet anticipating
It's there and it is growing
There are times that it swells
To a point the roof almost blows
Other times it shrinks and
In a sense hides its self away
But still it remains
Effervescent and powerful
Even when it's hard to see
Even though sometimes it's hard to feel
It remains, Exclaiming
I am here
I am here