My Own Winter

July 26, 2011
Concern ebbs about the
rivers and eddies of my body,
cool and woven with
sympathy of silk threads.
A cold pang of sadness
and pity
drips around the icicles in my lungs
and the silky threads wrap
around my beating heart,
forming a cocoon.
of protection?
of love?
How is your body supposed to feel
when one you love is far away and
you are hugged by their shell?
I feel cold, as my love flows unconditionally
within me, the oceans in my belly.
I wonder how long my own winter will last.

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hollygolightly109 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 12:49 am

Thanks for the comment on my piece, it shed some light on stuff I hadn't really noticed I was doing. I respect you as a writer.

Especially this piece, some of the same thoughts swirling in my head lately. You described it in a way I hadn't reached yet.

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