There was no surviving this winter. Unable to handle the freezing depths of an icy lake, where animals must adapt to survive. Changing pace of flow, accepting misery with a smiling heart, ready for transformation. I was left with an unquenchable thirst for the frozen tundra. Wrapping my skin tightly with the wool of an animal that has already fallen. I accept my bones will crumble, as I am fragile and finite. I will feed the earth once my heart and mind are ready to perish. But today I trek into the frosty abyss, ready or not.
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Dara Ó Rinn (
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Graphic in its imagery it poses as a metaphor for life itself in the icy realms of society. Nicely written
Your poem explores themes of survival, transformation, and acceptance of one's mortality in the face of harsh, unforgiving nature. It reflects on the struggle against the elements and the inevitability of change, both external (the environment) and internal (self-acceptance).
Wow, tragic that one has to find means of survival during winter. Sad.
Nice ~Lovely write
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