A Discontented Winter
Stranger in the Icy Reflection
The desolate chill numbed my soul
A winter like no other pressed me to the edge
Recoiling in horror at the heart I once knew
A stranger lived in my head
Someone I never knew existed
Pushing me closer and closer to the jagged, icy crevice
Silently stepping off solid ground into the void
Broken wings flailing at the laughing air
As I tumbled through the emptiness
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Swallowing me up
with unthought words
I would have cut my heart out
And traded it for a bit of peace
Barely clinging to myself
Fears, delights, anxious nights
Scratching at the door of my mind
Begging for entrance as I pushed back
Against the frigid winds
That threatened the life I loved
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Spring breezes have melted the icicles that gripped me
Softly sweeping away the gray snow that blinded me
Bringing me home to myself
Letting me breathe again
Letting me feel again
Buds on the trees remind me
I survived
I made it though
This Winter of unbearable discontent
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Tina D'Angelo
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This made me so emotional! Very well done. And congratulations on your Top Story!
I feel this.
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Wow, that was masterful. Your descriptions were so incredibly compelling. Really great work :)
awesome .
Tina, that was a profound poem. I like how you describe depression and pain and their hold on the mind. It's very relatable. Thank you!
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Incredible! Congratulations on a well-deserved Top Story!
Beautifully written piece!
This was beautiful! Well said Tina! 💜
Tina is back along with all her writing powers. Well done!
I love this so much. It’s good to see you back.