winter’s kiss
a poem
we need loving arms to envelop us, to speak words of softness. to speak sincere solaces. we want to be tightly held and told we did nothing to deserve the struggles we are suffering through.
it is all honey balm to winter lips
what we refute is beyond the solaces. those much needed analytics of what we did wrong. course correction. redirection. taking full responsibility for our faulty creation.
the empowerment of winter’s kiss
it feels cold and unwelcome. rejected so strongly that it never becomes. spoken sympathies are effortlessly dispensed. empathy eased. but higher perspective? the insights to become forever free?
these are gifts of truth dismissed
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis2 days ago in Humans
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Oooh the balm to winter lips metaphor is brilliant Kayleigh! Accepting the cold, hard truth will always be better than sugar coating! Nicely done!
And this is why I don't like to sugar coat things. I'm always brutally honest. I say it as it is. Honey balm to winter lips. I loved that analogy so much!
A very hard balance to strike.
Very nice!
Lovely!!! Loved it!!!
oooh I love this!