The snow
resting
on my shoulders,
has frozen
by the wind of December
and it will not be
the sun of spring
to dissolve it.
My breath
condenses
into a bleak cloud,
which carries
my spirit,
leaving my body
cold and numb.
My tears
will not ease
my wounds,
but they will be confused
with falling snow.
Poem (C): Me
GIF (C): GIPHY
This poem was inspired by my period of stress and frustration that I’ve lived two weeks ago.
