Unique patterns and form
It is easy to forget
That it started with a storm
To watch is just a pastime
To play is life or death
When everything still matters
It hurts to catch your breath
It is easy to get lost
In search for truth misplayed
Reflections in a mirror
That’s twisted up and frayed
The hours in the day are short
The fear is sinking deep
Bitter chills cascading down
And frozen tears we weep
As the ice shatters in pieces
We are broken inside
Spring seems so far away now
But hope moves like the tide© 2017 by Julia Faye Slade
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