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Befriended Fear

November 15, 2019 Viktoria NikolaLeave a comment

I’ve learned I had a friend in fear

A trusted old companion

For in the darkest night of tears

It was my heart’s medallion

It clung to me in loneliness

In glory, loss, and hate

Embraced me with its illness

And told me it was fate

It whispered gentle promises

Pledged loyalty till death

And even after the ellipsis

It vowed to find its breath

long after love forsook me

And joy betrayed my soul

Fear joined me faithfully

And my forlornness stole

Viktoriya Neverov-Krstic

The Edge Of Darkness

November 12, 2019November 12, 2019 Viktoria NikolaLeave a comment

The edge of darkness keeps a monster

That rules the wall of “now” and “then”

And on this bulwark, this imposter

Instills cold dread in nearing men

The air there smells of blood and murder

The wind there moans in loss and threat

One’s heart there whimpers in a murmur

One’s palms there drip with nervous sweat

The edge’s monster knows true horror

One’s greatest fear is his to bend

He could command one’s deepest terror

And turn one’s will to useless sand

Yet in its claws it holds a secret

That it can too be crucified

For all it takes is one’s defiance

A dab of courage in the eyes

To stand up to the dread it summons

And know one might succumb to fright

To weep and see the end as coming

Yet stay and bear the fearsome plight

For only then will this imposter

Yield way for one to leave the ledge

Where what-may-come lives in a fostered

Light’s warming loving waiting edge

Viktoriya Neverov-Krstic

2019

LET HOPE LIVE

February 11, 2019February 11, 2019 Viktoria Nikola5 Comments

When the night mist falls around you in a thick undying fog

And obscures the stars in heaven in a twisted monologue

When the hooting owl quiets and the wolf begins to howl

And you shiver to your core before night’s unsightly growl

Let hope hold you till sunrise

Till the dawn brings night’s demise

When the winter frost subdues you and you’re shaken to the core

Not a single ray of sunshine hints of summer’s months in store

And the blizzard shrieks its vengeance at the freezing mountain tops

Let the hope beneath the snow bloom like stubborn sweet Snowdrops

Let hope bud beneath the pain

Let it skip through pouring rain

Let it laugh with sparkling eyes

Let hope live, let hope rise

In loving memory of my grandmother Nadezhda Fedrovna Kondroshova (1927-2019). Her name meant hope in Russian.

Viktoria Nikola

2019

I Am A “The”

January 22, 2019January 22, 2019 Viktoria NikolaLeave a comment

I am a “the,” make no mistake

And in this phrase – no prideful ache

I am a “the,” do not forget

This is my promise, it is no threat

I am a “the,” I’m not an “a”

Made out of steel, not out of clay

I am a “the,” I’m not an “a”

And in my faith there’s no delay

Yet, well I know, that “the’s” are rare

And when they speak, the “a’s” but stare

Still, “the” I am, and “the” I’ll stay

And never waiver, I’m born this way

I did not ask to be a “the”

Nor did I ask to be a “huh”

But here I am, my path unpaved

My spirit soars, my fate’s enslaved

I am a “the,” yet this I say

That life is easier for “a’s”

For come that dreary judgment day

The “The” will say, you weren’t an “a”

My Favorite Time Of The Year

December 21, 2018December 21, 2018 Viktoria Nikola5 Comments

Ornaments twirling on green needle branches

Glittering ribbons and song avalanches

Presents on sleighs and flying reindeer