The coldness of winter. Bleak. Barren. Lifeless.
I am dormant.
Like the trees. Like the grass. Like the frogs.
Alive but not living.
Biding my time.
That the troubled waters will pass.
Praying that I can survive.
Until the sun shines on my face again.
And I will smile once more.
This poem is more than just about the season, it’s about how we endure during times of great anguish.