alissa

The Snowstorms of the Heart

 

Eyes widen and the cold takes over.

You can’t take back what you’ve said,

you can’t take back what you’ve done.

You cannot take back the damage,

but you hope, you wish, you pray

that you could.Eyes widen, words grow

shorter, leaving a million miles between.

And it’s colder now. An endless chill.

Snowstorm, blizzard flowing between

you two. Freezing, stiffness, quiet, end.

But the cold is left, freezing your bones

because your heart is already a stone,

touched by nothing but the angry

hands of the ice, consuming you

whole. Eventually, you’re gone. From

them, from yourself, from all of it.

Over, done, frozen. Numbness,

melting, warmth. And then you do

one of two things: Find yourself

or find somebody else.

Comments5

  • myself and me

    My heart survived a similar snowstorm. Very powerful expression.

    • alissa

      Thank you. I'm glad you were able to power through.

    • private poet

      I wish that I had been able to express myself like you have have when I was seventeen. I am sixty two and still not sure I am as wise as you xx

      • alissa

        This really means so much to me, thank you.

      • FredPeyer

        A very powerful, yet thoughtful poem, nicely penned, Alissa.
        I think you need to do both, find yourself first, then find somebody else.

        • alissa

          Thank you! Everyone's journey may differ but I agree.

        • Caden

          Finding yourself is the hard part unfortunately, very nice poem.

        • private poet

          I wish that I had been able to express myself like you have have when I was seventeen. I am sixty two and still not sure I am as wise as you xx



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