The warm winds cracked my lips; I could not even breathe.
The blue of the sky became the black within me; there was nowhere to flee.
The joyful wonderland became my exile, and still I remained beyond their sluggish frame.
Their sugared gifts, their toxic smiles, could not unforge the sword within me.
While they slipped into cozy pools,
I descended into icy ponds.
While they vacationed in the Sahara,
I lived through an inner Siberia.
All summer I waited for its rebirth,
to dissolve into its depth.
My grief belonged to the One; I was forsaken, and the world did not want me.
Yet I waited through every seasonal change, waiting for it as it waited for me.
Nature was patient as I was; summer finally ended.
Only then flowers inside me bloomed.
They were snowflakes, and the white falling from the sky gently settled upon them.
Snow came down in a heavy embrace; it crushed me beneath its weight.
The world\'s numbness dissolved, and I awakened beneath its spell.
I cast myself naked and dug straight into the snow.
I had waited months for this, and I could not stop now.
First my hands,
then my head,
then all of me.
I hid beneath the white mass, hugging it as it hugged me back.
It became my hidden universe, beyond every measurable track.
My beloved, again mine, filling every previous lack.
― Atrona Grizel