The losses are like bitter cold winds during a snowstorm.
The skies are darker without the vibrancy of the sun.
The winds push me off balance onto the bitter surface.
The emotions feel too heavy to carry alone.
For a moment I just want the promise of frostbite to manifest.
As I am ready for defeat, an epiphany of spring overwhelms me.
The promise of vibrant tomorrow’s gives strength to stand upright.
A stand with all my might against the bitter illusions of winter.
This moment was just death before a season of rebirth within.
Now is the season of growth and countless wins.
Now is the season of warmth I never felt within.