Winter’s Blues
Crisping cold and militant wind
knock on my bedroom window
I’m shaking the night off my shoulders &
wash away oppressive memories
My hands are exanimate, my nails crumble,
my eyes wander across the willows
My heart’s still in the afterglow of last year’s spring
Every time, when I lock my peevish eyes
I’m still there and you’re still there with me
How did I become this absent,
when did my heart become this cold
When did I decide to bury my dreams
in the unprocurable rooms of my soul
Can you help me stay present?
Can you help me feel again?
I don’t know what spring feels like anymore
Winter has numbed me
Light me up, if you can…
Dreaming, Wandering, Exploring 
Why so lightsome and still chilling? 😍🌹
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I don’t need to like it, this poem is just me. 😌😌😌
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Haha thats great!
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This is so hard to stay… normal. Our world splits astray again and again, and it even if we manage to approach another window through what we can see ourselves worthy, the shards will remain on it, distorting the image look by look. Then, we will just see ourselves as not worthy to be ‘normal’. I can’t believe anymore that I can ever make someone happy.
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It’s always amazing how different times in our life seem to resemble the different seasons of the year.
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Oh yes, for sure!
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Have never read something so beautiful. Your poems are always brutally honest and I can connect to all those emotions you state.
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Oh wow! This is the sweetest compliment ever. Thank you so much for reading & i am really happy you can relate to my writings. Bless you, beautiful soul ✨
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