Cold Winter

Written by Samantha Verheyen

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I sit in front of a new horizon

                  The gas of light blinding my vision

As I stretch my hand to find

                  The path that was leading me.

 

Walls of broken cellophane

                  Melted by the flames of the sun

That beams into my spacious anxiety

                  Leaving  puffs of darken clouds that reach for the skies

With broken finger tips in the freeze.

 

It’s been a cold winter

I seek for the walk way of my future

                  But all I find is a field of mud

The top soil grasping onto my feet

                  I walk purposely

My back is slouched with complete agony

                  A spasm of leg muscle grounding me

Earth warms dancing on my warm flesh

 

It’s all so close in front of me

                  Disappointment is easiest to find

It latches to my brain

                  Seeping from my ears

I cry

 

I sit in front of a new horizon

                  The gas of light falling past the trees

I stretch my hand to find

Nothing sits in front of me

My eyes adjust to the darkened skies

                  My fingers break to the freeze.

                                                     

                                                      It’s been a cold winter