Barefoot in the snow,
Every step a reminder of what’s gone,
The cold seeping into my bones.
Each footprint a scar,
Etched in the frozen ground,
Tracing the path of heartache.
I carry the weight,
Of memories too heavy to bear,
A burden that weighs me down.
The wind whispers secrets,
Of a life once beautiful, now lost,
Leaving me stranded in this icy hell.
There’s no warmth here,
No peace in the endlessness,
Just the numbness of acceptance.
Barefoot in the snow,
I walk alone,
A ghost among the drifts.
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Author:
Rhonda Elliott (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem when my 29 yrs old niece Bobbie Sue passed away from breast cancer last year leaving behind a 4 year old son we had gotten really close the last 6 months of her life
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Comments4
Haunting and cold this is a dark poem that conveys its message through wonderful wording and great images very nicely done
Thank you
Your one step in the present cannot be reached without your life in the past.
It shines in your poetry now, and I think it is beautiful.
Thank you
A touching piece, i hope the little one is coping well.
Thank you and it was hard for him at first but he does really well now
You are very welcome
Seemed like watching a painter applying brush strokes on the canvas and a visceral image popping out like magic. Tryely accessible and memorable poetry...loved it!
Thank you
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