By Monica C. Voskamp
You’d be the death of me,
If not for spring.
Wonderfully I finally sense you leaving.
I finally feel a taste of
The dead, the cold, the barren
Is beginning to leave.
Newness is just waiting to
Yet winter you still lurk nearby.
You still threaten
To storm me away
To freeze my heart
To darken my hopes
Winter, you threaten to undo me.
I hate standing on this threshold,
Straddling winter and spring.
I long for the old to be gone.
The numbing pain of cold
To be far from my heart.
I long for the bitter strength of winter to
Just let go, let go of choking me.
But here I am,
Still struggling to make my way
Out of the dark long night.
It’s a season I wish to deny,
A season I wish to omit.
But I can’t.
Life’s dark winter people just know
How to drain all the good out of me.
I can’t see the sun.
I can’t see the moon.
This winter storm blinds me to reality,
It makes me struggle to believe,
Spring is even still to come.
But I don’t give up.
I repeat my mantra, Never give up,
As I battle this threshold
Between winter and spring.
So here I am praying with all I have left,
Winter please let go of me,
You bantered with me long enough.
Please just move on from me.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll open my eyes