The cold seems to extend beyond the surface,
Stinging my soul and burning my heart.
In every part of my body, I feel the numbness of this prison.
All around me are the harsh inklings of winter,
A time of darkness and despair.
A time when the birds stop chirping their happy melodies,
And the leaves on the trees die,
Symbolizing this season in a perfect display of sorrow and misery.
The voices of those who suffer whisper taunting words into my ears,
Tempting me to do the unbelievable, the unimaginable.
I feel as if I’m plunging deeper and deeper into an endless abyss of frozen pain and grief.
This is the place where I’m faced with all my fears.
This is the place where crying isn’t tolerated.
This is the place where the strong tremble before the weak.
This is winter—the blistering truth that all the lights and heat of a life which seems so far away no longer pursue me,
And for once in my life, I’m alone,
An eerie solitude filled with a longing of summer.