Winter

I hate winter. It's the season of death. Kayla died in the winter. And the coldness in the air reflects the emotions inside my heart. Winter is so long and the days too short. I wish my life was different. I wish Kayla was still here. But no amount of wishing will ever bring her back. The only thing I have to hold on to is that I will see her again...just not in this life. There are times when I feel that I will not make it, the pain is too much to bear. But then, I find that I survive and I made it through the winter for another season. I don't know how I do it. I think there is a force that cannot be seen or reasoned with that keeps me here.

Seasons

Winter has set in

And the days become shorter

As darkness takes over

The deep plunge begins

Braving the elements

No longer seems worth the effort

Instead
Desires of staying hidden and safe

Influence decisions of seclusion

Leading to regretted apathy
Death conquers the season

But know it will not stay

And look forward to the season of rebirth

sjj

12/11/2009