Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Seasons: The Thaw




The Coldest Winter has left me chilled to the bone,
as I prostrate myself before the fire alone.
The fire crackles and roars with the heat of years,
while the frost around my heart melts into tears.
I weep for all the wasted time that I spent,
mired in hatred and anger that would not bend.
Outside, the icicles begin to fall,
as the renewal of spring begins to call.


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