Dark days of winter
bring the sad and ennui of life
to forefront
of our minds.
The deep dark crashes
down around snuffing out
any remaining light like a complete eclipse
of my personal sun.
What’s the point
of continuing on
when I know the dark is waiting,
waiting to envelop me in its arms.
Welcoming my anguish,
relishing the pain of every scar
cut into my thigh.
Then, so unexpectedly
so unplanned,
the dark slowly begins
to slide away.
Replaced with your toothy smirk
and breathy whispers
of fantasies yet to come.
Your voice cuts
through the dark veil,
reaching out to pull me back
from the sharp edge.
Your laugh elevates
my spirits
from the deep depths
of my own despair and
into unknown euphoric heights.
The scars can heal, untouched
ever again.
Shadows of winter are no longer
looming behind with dread,
instead, the potential for what could be
is lighting the way ahead.
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