Poetry: Winter’s Hold

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

Winter.

You’d be the death of me,

If not for spring.

Wonderfully I finally sense you leaving.

I finally feel a taste of

Spring.

 

The dead, the cold, the barren

Is beginning to leave.

Newness is just waiting to

Unfold.

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.

I pray.

I hope.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll open my eyes

To spring.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Cover photo credits: Photo by Christian Kielberg on Unsplash

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