Friday, January 18, 2019

the sparkling snow (poem)

Winter is a quiet home
that I never expected to welcome me.
Soft white crystals float from the sky,
a single ray of light illuminating each one.

But this sparkling reminds me,
returns me to a darker time.
Disinterest had poisoned me:
I could eat but never be full.
I was emptied out.
If happiness came,
I wouldn't recognize it.
If sadness approached,
I wouldn't have known.
I was surrounded by beauty,
and I couldn't see it.

But just as beauty fades in time,
so too did the poison.

A smile of defiance and joy remains.
At home in the quiet crystals of winter.

-Zero

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