Winter’s still

There is no bloodbath
Not even the echo of a cry
Yet the amputation appears complete
During one of ‘those’ moments;
When the shutters had come down,
Cauterisation must have occurred
For the life of me
I DON’T remember
Words, feelings mostly dissipate
Into the ether of my frozen breath
(and I dare not dwell amongst the ghouls of hell
For fear of truly becoming lost)
Somehow I must evolve
Grow anew
Yet my winter is here
And I am still
My heart hibernates
Fingers ache from the chill within
Clumsily I grasp at what brittleness remains
My bones bare of all but what necessitates the wait
A tear from an age ago crystalised on my cheek
Holds within it the hope of my spring
12 June

Winter’s still

su2anne

Joined April 2011

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